At the edge of the world sits a man on a stone of greed
With a darkened frown and a wish for gold
If it werent for the bird
With the human tongue in the copper cage
Quite surely he'd have died quite long ago
The man at the edge of the world
And laughing, we will go
to the man at the edge of the world
And one day perched high above his stone
sat this lonely man with an empty cage
And the man fell ill and died alone f
or his only heart had flown away with the wind