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 assumes 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