When I lived in Tundraland We'd have to guess before the hand Of winter's tide, How many'd die And dig them graves before the ground was ice Now late one autumn I fell ill from by bedside windowsill I saw a mound out by a tree A hole beside it fit for me Now in a minute there is time Time to waste or redefine So plan your lot a minute long Don't plan for years That grave's dug all along Even though I don't feel just right We're pretty sure that there'll be time tonight Even though I don't feel just right We're pretty sure that there'll be time When I lived in Tundraland The son of man shook my hand And shook the ice off all the trees Flood the hole they dug for me And even though I don't feel just right We're pretty sure that there'll be time tonight Even though I don't feel just right We're pretty sure that there'll be time Baby don't worry No I'm in no hurry Though time would sing so slow You know I hate to be alone What if I was wrong this time Standing on a beach of white A human voice heard under sea Sings only to swallow me Even though I don't feel just right We're pretty sure that there'll be time tonight Even though I don't feel just right We're pretty sure that there'll be time tonight Even though I don't feel just right We're making sure to take some time tonight So sing it slow You know I hate to be alone