Oh lonely one, how you I know,
As though a brother to my heart;
Oh furtive one, where’er you go,
We’ve been together from the start
Of all that being chased has borne.
I know that there’s no reason:
But lonely one, I’ve known your days
Through each new lonely season.
For out there on the prairie-grass
The wind keeps howling ever,
And lonely are the days, indeed,
Upon the 5th of Never
Oh lonely one, you have my heart,
You have the little left in me —
The beauty of the lonely one
Who struggles on to merely