• I am alone at the break of light,
    not a single soul in sight.
    No one to see my cry at night,
    and no one to see me write.

    I write this poem in the name of sorrow,
    for I am alone as a apple tree.
    I am alone day and night,
    oh God please just hear my plea.

    Just send someone to me,
    my family, my friends, I beg of you.
    All so close just out of reach,
    no wonder I'm feeling so blue.

    When I watch the sunset...
    who is that up on the hill?
    I have a feeling...
    it's the pretty girl from the mill.