The days are cold, oh what a bore
By myself , living a deserted plain
I ever wonder if life has something in store
Alone am I, surprised I’ve stayed sane!
There’s a path near my wooded house
It runs like a rushing river down
The old boards do not creek, like a mouse
It’s true, we both don’t make sound
I walk on the path, to clear my head
It’s ever so hard, you know, if you’re alone
Trying to rem...