... But The Rain Is Full Of

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

No One But Night, With Tears On Her Dark Face, Watches Beside Me In This Windy Place.

My Heart Is Warm With The Friends I Make, And Better Friends I'll Not Be Knowing, Yet There Isn't A Train I Wouldn't Take, No Matter Where It's Going.

Life Is A Quest And Love A Quarrel

Sorrow Like A Ceaseless Rain Beats Upon My Heart. People Twist And Scream In Pain-- Dawn Will Find Them Still Again; This Has Neither Wax Nor Wane, Neither Stop Nor Start.