• Lonely on the land I walk,
    Lonely cross the sea I sail,
    Lonely air of beach I stroll –
    This lonely life doth take its toll.

    Lonely trek of woodland trail,
    Lonely mist in haze o’ dawn,
    Lonely spies the bird of prey
    In lonely circles all astray.

    Lonely be the dark of night
    When sleep is but a yearning wish,
    To dream of sweet companions close,
    As wine would pair with diner's dish.

    Lonely years are now my friends,
    Lonely cries bereft of sound,
    Lonely tears that cool my face
    In lonely life of sullen pace.