Oft I feel a secret power,
Draw from my breast a burning, sigh,
That life no pleasure has for me,
Its hopes excite and yet annoy ;
My bosom is a troubled sea
That sweeps from earth all trace of joy.
No sunshine gleam to cheer my way,
No star to light my darken'd track,
While phantoms in my pathway stray,
to frighten coming pleasure back;
years thus pass with measur'd tread,
No children greet my home;
The friends of youth alas are dead,
And I am left yo mourn alone.
No parents live to need my care,
No brother's voice to join my own,
No sister dear my home to share,
For I'm alone all all alone;
I seek those joys which seem so fair,
And for them o'er the world I roam;
But still I find no matter where
I am alone all all alone.
I look around when all are gay,
And happy hearts beat near my own;
But trinkling tears force me away
To where alone all all alone;
Oh! let me die, I cannot stay!
My hopes are fading one by one;
No morning sun illumes my day;
For I'm alone yes all alone.
Baker, John C., "Sad and Alone" (1849). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 825.
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