(Verlaine)

You're the only one I adore

So many go to bended knees for you

Could it be alas for me and woe?

You I admire you so



Long and Lonely years

Long and Lonely years

Long and Lonely years

Down on the farm



I can hear the harps across the river

as you pass your fingers through my hair

I get so tired of sleep and tears

No one believes you were there



Long and lonely years down on the farm



Pray tell me my little jewel

whither dost thou long to be

Friendlyville or Patchi-Patchi?

Everywhere the eyes never see.