Lonely and bleak the path I tread,
Along this winding way of life,
And things I do to forge ahead,
So often get me into strife,
I know that I need company,
Within this loneliness of mind,
But no-one else can ever see,
It must be heart and soul combined.
Oppressive stillness grips my soul,
For hands can meet, and lips, and eyes;
But minds that we cannot control,
Have twists that take us by surprise,
And paths that climb towards the sun,
With silent music sweet in tone.
Yet God made each and every one,
A man to always stand alone.
So what is there to compensate,
The flitting bee from bud to bough,
The dream-eyed cows that contemplate,
The draught-horse harnessed to the plough?
They are of earth alone, and free
From all that human hearts demand.
They have fulfilment here, but we
Are exiles in foreign land.