It Gets Lonely Early

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?

Every 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?

Every single lovely day"