Here they come, one by one Wading through the shallows Each one with a tired smile Planted there by his fellows You were ahead of them at one time You were instead of them to my mind But you've fallen in to the endless line That winds its way, occupied Knee deep Around the hill then back again In for the kill then slack again The silver pool turns black again As you illustrate your lack again Knee deep You were ahead of them at one time You were instead of them to my mind Knee deep