(Squire)
Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away
forever.

All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there
shown
before you.

Take what I say in a diff'rent way and it's easy to see
that this is all confusion.
As I see a new day in me, I can also show if you and you may

follow.



Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can
remember,
Setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed

ways.
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and
daughters that,

Knew the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet
accustomed
ways.