One icy cold November

When the icicles turned stone#

I withered and a-wandered

Away from my country home

I sat at the foot of a mountain

And sat and wandered still

What was becoming of my life

As I sat on this lonely hill

#stone (end of second line) meansfrozen solid. in case you were wondering. If you can thinkof another (better) way to say this, tell me. Thanx D.