A fall from the skynA fall from the skynWhy does it feel like winternWhen you're not with menWhen I'm alonenLet the young man singnLet the young man singnThe grown man will stay silentnFor he has wanderednHe's lost and alonennOf women I'll dienOf women I'll dienWhen did I ever know themnWhere did they go?nNow I'm alonenA happy thing fallsnA happy thing fallsnThe rising of a motionnWhen you're not with menA happy thing falls