I thought that the winter would last a long time

The cold would go on and on

But someone has told me that summer is coming

I think I'll move on while I can

The harshness of winter can mean life or death

To an old man alone in the cold

His hopes of survival depend on his friends

His friends are away with the sun

Just one more statistic in somebody's life

Is the death of an old man alone

Age and identity, let's take a guess

We've got to have something to file