The old man knows very well      Going down round 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         chorus         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