That's why I'm buried in an ice and snow sea,
I've dug all about,
Found no real way out,
This spring they'll find my carcass; that's how it be.
I tried making a fire, but have no firewood,
The furniture is metal, so that does me no good,
My clothing is quite warm,
Holding out for this storm,
I will last dream of my babe, walking old Hollywood.
When I thawed, I was buried deep in the ground,
I heard my babe crying, a faint, fading sound,
Forever is lonely, I understand,
Just darkness and quiet,
No sky, ocean or land.
Note: "Sweet Betsy Of Pike Melody"