Mound

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