I hit a patch of ice (in paradise)
And off the path I went
Into the ditch (where they pitch)
Their little hobo tents.

And on a whim (I lived with them)
They were happy, I was sad,
They sat by fire (having little desire)
Enjoying what they had.

I stayed around (kept what I found)
And learned to smile again,
But in time felt a clown (made no sound)
Subsisting in my landed glen.

The wind blew free (it sang for me)
In natures subtle harmony.
Varied keys (through the trees)
It sang with sincerity.

I mingled there (in their care)
Those forgotten folk
Now here I am (doing all I can)
To finally end and croak.