| 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 |