Round, round, up and down, all along the lonely town
See him sinkin' low, doesn't see the joy there is to know
And he cries from the misery
And he lies, singin' harmony
She is gone, there is no tomorrow
It is done, so now he must borrow the life of his brothers
And living in sorrow must do for the others
A chill wind hits his face, was that a tear? I thought I saw a trace