And here's Ivanovich    In his rocket ship    Spinning helplessly    Up above the earth       While his heart is splintered,    All the girls of winter    Are buried in their coats, anonymous       While winter girls are waiting,    Ivanovich in high rotation,    Is just another star,    Up in the sky.       And while the world was waiting,    We're overwhelmed by some sensation    Of something long ago and far away.      Like General Jackson's arm    It's buried on some farm    While the fever,    Pushes words from his lips       And by the drunken river    Where the soldiers shiver    We rest beneath the shade of the trees       While winter girls are saying    "Each of us a tiny nation   you're just another star    but so am I".      And while the world was waiting    We're overwhelmed by some sensation    Of something long ago and far away.