When I was a boy I knew and old man who lived in a run down railroad shack and I used to wave and say hi how are you but he never took the time to do it back Chorus Cause here I'm surrounded by the springtime though raindrops fall disguised in clothes of white and painted clowns with noses red as roses go sliding home to face themselves at night a face that never sees the morning light One day while I was playing in the rail yard I saw him fall down a steep incline so I ran around to see if I could help him but he just looked at me and started smiling Chorus Cause here I'm surrounded by the springtime
though raindrops fall disguised in clothes of white and painted clowns with noses red as roses go sliding home to face themselves at night a face that never sees the morning light He looked at me and said hi how are you as if he knew his life was at an end then he told me what to write on his headstone he couldn't stand the chill of winter wind Chorus And here I'm surrounded by the springtime though raindrops fall disguised in clothes of white and painted clowns with noses red as roses go sliding home to face themselves at night a face that never sees the morning light