The day is lonely, very lonely;
I would that it were night!
The sunshine has no charm for me,
Though it is warm and bright;
It only mocks my misery
With its gaudy, glaring light!

The night is lonely, very lonely;
Oh, will the day dawn soon?
The darkness brings no rest for me,
The night denies its boon;
And through the long lone hours I see
Naught but the pale-faced moon.

My heart is lonely, very lonely;
I would that I could find
Some breast to share this misery
That weighs so on my mind;
Something to yield that sympathy
Denied me by my kind.

My life is lonely, very lonely;
Yet often-times I hear
Some strains of sweetest melody
Strike softly on mine ear;
And I long for the time when my life will be
No longer lone and drear!