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?
Ev´ry 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?"
Strings
Ev´ry single lovely day