Squire)
Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away forever.
All I know
can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there shown before you.
Take what I say in a
diff'rent way and it's easy to see
that this is all confusion.
As I see a new
day in me, I can also show if you and you may follow.
Speak to me of summer, long winters
longer than time can remember,
Setting up of other roads, travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughters that,
In the
knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways
