(Squire)
Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away forever
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the fact there shown before you
Take what I say in a diff'rent way and it's easy to see
that this is all confusion
As I see a new day in me, I can also show if you and you may follow
Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember,
Setting up of other roads, travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughters that,
In the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways