In my loneliness, I will love Though no one loves me yet So I have no need for tears No cause for me to fret If I have no lover’s hand to hold I’ll hold a wrinkled shaking one And hear them tell their stories of Their own life, nearly done If I have no lips to kiss I’ll kiss a crying child’s knee And soothe her hurt a little bit As someone else once did for me If I have no one to share With thoughts and hopes and dreams I’ll keep on wishing, keep on thinking And hope he dreams of me