From childhood's hour he's been his only friendnEndless solitude until the endnAs other's saw he could not bringnHis passions from a common springnIn his growth he was raised and taught wellnAll that he loved, he loved alonenIn his youth the surroundings drew nearer stillnLike an autumn breeze that gives its chillnThe thoughts were not keeping up with the learning spreenLeaving him behind the others could not seenShow me hope, if I'd ever to lastnThe dark haunts his present and his pastnThe melody of his heart chimed the wrong tonennIn the day, in the dawnnOf a stormy life was drawnnFrom every depth of good and illnThe mystery... it binds him stillnFrom which he could not love the lessnSo lovely was the lonelinessnAs a man he still dwelt alonenWandering around a world of moannThinking will he ever get his bride?nOr is his life a stagnant tide?nInto a self made Hell he was thrownnAll that he loved, he loved alonennLeaving him behind the others could not seenShow me hope, if I'd ever to last, on my own!nnThinking will he ever get his bride?nOr is his life a stagnant tide?nInto a self made Hell he was thrownnAll that he loved, he loved alone