I sat out there one night 'til morn
And whistled on the steps
And none did hear as they walked by
Entranced in their own depths

With longing eyes, gazed far and wide
Across the swinging grass
For just one bird to join me here
As all my days went past

And underneath the summer sun
That blazed somewhere above
I watched as all the world went by
As people fell in love

And as the leaves would crumble down
To start their lonely deaths
And pile upon the crimson ground
I felt summer's last breath

Still whistling on the porch I was
And birds flew all around
Their trills more lovely than my song
Or any earthly sound

And still the sun would blaze above
But not for quite as long
And still the people walking by,
The people still in love

And now the moon, it fills the sky
At barely half past five
And all alone I sing since
Scarcely anything's alive

And winter's breath, it settles down
So deeply in a soul
That hardly I remember
Hazy warmth and summer gold

And all the people that once walked
'Neath summer skies above
Have now a grey veil o'er their eyes
In which I see no love

But still my bird comes by the porch
Deep blue e'en in December
And sings with me my lonely song
That no one else remembers