[Verse 1] In the hour of desolation In the hour of the blizzard In the gentle spin Of the carousel In the noisy And wild whirlwind On a winter evening On a gray evening Ladies and gentlemen rush by Some in a carriage Some on horseback Tossing the dust Stirring the frost The prince with the marchioness The count with the princess Now in a group Now alone [Pre-Chorus] A long chain A motley company Some in thought Some with a yawn They run a small circle And he sings to them incessantly [Chorus] The call of the mournful hurdy-gurdy The call of the mournful hurdy-gurdy Ringing with a hoarse complaint (ringing with a hoarse complaint) Often, often At a boring hour The knight falls off his horse (The knight falls off his horse) [Verse 2] Links are often broken The thread of oblivion fades away And the light in the eyes grows dim But those woven in the whirlwind Keep moving when the rest go numb Secret hands Hidden force An invisible lever Pulling the whole parade Pulling you Pulling me [Pre-Chorus] Now in a group Now alone We turn that small circle Till the night wears thin And he sings to them incessantly (he sings to them) [Chorus] The call of the mournful hurdy-gurdy The call of the mournful hurdy-gurdy Ringing with a hoarse complaint (ringing with a hoarse complaint) Often, often At a boring hour The knight falls off his horse (The knight falls off his horse) [Rap Bridge] Yo Ladies and gentlemen, move Like a chain with a snapped clasp Some in a carriage, some on horseback Same cold dust on the last lap Prince, marchioness Count, princess Fancy names, same storm Same spin in the gray air And if the thread starts frayin' We still keep the crowd in a square ring Secret lever under the floorboards Pullin' on a thousand things [Chorus] The call of the mournful hurdy-gurdy The call of the mournful hurdy-gurdy Ringing with a hoarse complaint (ringing with a hoarse complaint) Often, often At a boring hour The knight falls off his horse (The knight falls off his horse) [Outro] The thread of oblivion fades away And the light in the eyes grows dim But those woven into the random whirlwind Are strictly driven by a secret, hidden force An invisible lever...
