Last Year's Man

The rain falls down
On last year's man
An hour has gone by
And he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen
If he only gives a word
The lovers will rise up
And the moutains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin
For a drum I'll never mend
And the rain falls down, Amen
On the works of last year's man.

L. Cohen

Dedicated to the Last Year's Man