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 not been free again That's a promised fruit when you've first begun 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