There was a man when I was youngnHe lived a year with menBut the year was up and that song was sungnAnd his wish was to be freenHis wish was to be freenI was in love when I was youngnAnd I've never been free againnThat's a promised fruit when you've first begunnThat ripens into painnnI had a child when I was youngnThe last gift that man gavenI wish that he could hold his sonnAnd the snow in the air lie on my gravenThe snow lie on my grave