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