I wait here for you to return
But you are in a far country
Living your life and dreams with someone new
I remain here in my solitude
Playing wistful music to help me through the days
Softly plucked chords sooth my trouble brow
I lose myself in the wondrous sounds I hear
And my mind returns to happier days
I have grown a bear since we last met
A long white beard like Old Methuselah
Have I become a wise old wizard?
Or sad and lonely old man
I think the decay set in long ago
I shall find myself a small dark hole
In which I can huddle up
And block out the world
I need my own piece of land
In which to live out my days
Lost in a world of mournful solitude
