Lonely is the evening,
Lonely is the night.
Lonely is the morning,
At Dawn's early light.
Why must there be sadness?
Why must there be grief?
Why must love go missing,
Why's memory stolen by a thief.
Lonely is the evening,
Lonely is the night.
Lonely is the morning,
At Dawn's early light.
Why must there be sadness?
Why must there be grief?
Why must love go missing,
Why's memory stolen by a thief.