v. 2: To think that only yesterday I was cheerful bright and gay Looking forward - who wouldn't do? The role I was about to play And as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Threw me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about God in his mercy Who if He really does exist Why did He desert me In my hour of need I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
bridge:
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world
Than can be mended
Left unattended
What do we do?
What do we do?
(nylon-string guitar solo, verse chords)
v. 3: Looking back over the years And whatever else appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide my tears And at sixty-five years old My mother, God rest her soul Couldn't understand why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start With a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken When she passed away I cried and cried all day
