And here's Ivanovich 
In his rocket ship 
Spinning helplessly 
Up above the earth 

While his heart is splintered
All the girls of winter 
Are buried in their coats, anonymous 

While winter girls are waiting
Ivanovich in high rotation
Is just another star
Up in the sky

And while the world was waiting
We're overwhelmed by some sensation 
Of something long ago and far away

Like General Jackson's arm 
It's buried on some farm
While the fever
Pushes words from his lips 

And by the drunken river 
Where the soldiers shiver
We rest beneath the shade of the trees

While winter girls are saying 
"Each of us a tiny nation
You're just another star 
But so am I."

And while the world was waiting 
We're overwhelmed by some sensation 
Of something long ago and far away