When you´re all alone All the children grown And, like starlings, flown away It gets lonely early, doesn´t it? Lonely early, doesn´t it?
Ev´ry single endless day
When your twilight nears And one face appears Turning winter years to May It gets lonely early, doesn´t it? Lonely early, doesn´t it? Still the old heart´s young enough to say
"It was really more than lovely, wasn´t it? "Truly lovely, wasn´t it?"