Ill whistle while I work awhile,
And listen to your tune.
A story of agony
Set beneath the waning moon.

Love is such a fragile thing-
Its water flowing,
And people still forget
That love is still growing,
Stronger beneath the
Western stars a-glowing.

One heart is feeling lonely
Left out of this great world.
And that heart breaks another,
As its pain's unfurled.

So Ill whistle while a work awhile
And sing of our great pain.
Without you my brother,
My heart is lost in the rain.
 
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