There was a man when I was young
He lived a year with me
But the year was up and that song was sung
And his wish was to be free
His wish was to be free
I was in love when I was young
And I've never been free again
That's a promised fruit when you've first begun
That ripens into pain
That ripens into pain
I had a child when I was young
The last gift that man gave
I wish that he could hold his son
And the snow in the air lie on my grave
The snow lie on my grave
The snow lie on my grave
The snow lie on my grave