The days are cold, oh what a bore

By myself , living a deserted plain

I ever wonder if life has something in store

Alone am I, surprised I’ve stayed sane!

There’s a path near my wooded house

It runs like a rushing river down

The old boards do not creek, like a mouse

It’s true, we both don’t make sound

I walk on the path, to clear my head

It’s ever so hard, you know, if you’re alone

Trying to remember, what out loud I Iast said

Because I’m alone, I just sit and moan