Lyrics

In the year of the frozen fountain Spring thaw came late that season for no reason Winter's dark and long On a cold mountain In the year of the frozen fountain You can hear the voices In the whispering pines You can hear the voices In the whole town, talk of the town A son was born But not for the mines A son was born To leave it all behind High lonesome; You win some And you lose some Fingers as such Will never touch Rusted tractor junk When the cold shadows clear And what appears Is a monk Casting a long tall shadow In manhattan A long tall shadow With a pork pie hat on High lonesome You win some And you lose some