The silent rain that falls, the meadowlark
The Winter wind that calls the lovers from the park
The sad and bitter song December sings
These are lonely things.
The sun behind the clouds, starless night
When you’re alone in crowds
The need for sudden flight
The empty loneliness that parting brings
These are the lonely things.
A taste of love too soon gone wrong
The sad mistaken heart that heard the sirens song
and sang along.
The waves that drum the shore at morning light
The friends that come no more to try and make things
Right.
The hopes that fly too soon as though on wings
These are the lonely things.
