The old man knows very well

Going down by the snowbank, there's a mound

A mound that an old man knows good

Look who raises his shoe all over this mound

Right over the world that's another rewind



And it's time, time, time for the last rewind

For a broken old man and a world unkind

He buried all his memories of home

In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground



No one knows how far he traveled

Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound

Can he find some shelter?

He doesn't know to behold what the cold frost can do

And at last till he realized he'd circled back around

Round a back circle, round a back realized



Ice is all he was made of

The bitter blue, and frozen through

He went over to the mound

Reclining down his final thoughts

Were drifting to the time this life had shined