In the darkness of the night, I sometimes wonder was I right to leave you
love without a smile, without a word, when all the while it hurt inside, to
say goodbye, as you went, for another try at loving me, at pleasing me.


But though I try to leave you still afforded by against your will to tie me
down, and make me stay, to keep the hills and seas at bay, to maketh me, a

lonely man, a loving, but a lonely man, then just forgive, that's what you
try to do.


And now within an empty day, I feel an ache about the way I let you end, I
said goodbye, in case we meet, and want to try, again my love, to build a
wall, to keep out, everything but all, our love could mean, oh what our

love could mean.