Move on
And shuffle off
Winter's gift is a burning cough


Once a stranger
Always a friend

To the cold and the odd stare
And the danger
Should he ever open his mouth


And so he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Some day he thinks he may fool everyone

And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun

And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time


Doorways and hope keep him warm
Strangely calm before the storm
Quite sure that he will be free

To speak of voices he can't quite see
They tell him more than he'd ever wished to know


And so he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time


And when the bugle sound
Knocks the mountains down

His work will be done
Whispers in his ear he keeps him clear
For the angels when they come


So he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Till he $$#umes his place

Then he'll see the face of God, of God
The ruthless King of Kings
Who keeps telling him things

That still seem odd

So he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time
Move on