The iron man came to the top of the cliff   How far had he walked nobody knows   Where had he come from nobody knows   How was he made, nobody knows   Taller than a house, the iron man stood   At the top of the cliff in the darkness      The wind sang through his iron fingers   And his great iron head, shaped like a dustbin   But as big as a bedroom   Slowly turned to the right, slowly turned to the left   He was hearing the sea      His eyes like headlamps, glowed white then red   Then infra-red, searching the sea   Never before had the iron man seen the sea      He swayed in the strong wind that pressed against his back   He swayed forward on the brink of the high cliff   And his right foot, his enormous iron right foot   Lifted-up out into space      And the iron man stepped forward, off the cliff into nothingness   Crash   Down the cliff, the iron man came toppling head over heels   Crash, crash, crash      From rock to rock, tumbling slowly   And as he crashed and crashed, his iron legs fell off   His iron arms broke off   And the hands broke off the arms      His great iron ears fell off   And his eyes fell out   His great iron head fell off      All the separate pieces tumbled scattered crashing   Bumping clanging down, on to the rocky beach far below   Then silence      Nobody knew the iron man had fallen   Nobody knew the iron man had fallen