Fall the children from laughter of their mirth Buy my picture lady, How much is it worth to you I've a view of flocks before my cart People just don't seem that smart anymore
Lonely hours into days Days to years I stand 'side my cart in tears
I'm the peddler And I have goods to sell Yes, I'm the peddler And I watch you from my cell
Fall the old man From what he can not tell All the pictures faded I have no more to sell anymore I remember the flocks before my cart People never were that smart anyway
Lonely hours into days Days to years I have dried up all my tears
Well, I'm the peddler I've got a tale to tell Yes I'm the peddler And I'm dying in my cell