Forlorn days do beckon on me from the mountain-side
It is really unbelievable, but they even know my name
They speak a deep mysterious quality, from the seaside
Forsaken by merry songs, hope and sorrow up in flame
I reach the limits of my heart's delight, and quietly sink
A life well lived, in unison with the pouring rain I will fall
With my yesterdays forever gone, mind refuses to think
And pale dimensions of towering feelings, do unto me call
The universal basic premise of my life line's complexities
I sing the farmers song of rain and of sunshine, and earth
Cascading all night long, searching for Joy's simplicities
From sea to rock, forest to the street, all death and rebirth
Forlorn days hang over the horizon like a falling aircraft
The effulgence of serenity spraying forth ever and anon
Imprisonment for my freedom, my life story has no draft
I am breathing dust and smoke, memories loosing canon.
