Here is all still and silent, lonely. As if no one ever pa**ed this way. The book became like a bible. The boy needs a home, a place to call his
Afar and forlorn. We have strayed and found each other, afar and forlorn
Dancing on the cottage floor, giddy, eyes shut tight. The litde boy cannot know his future. He laughs and wakes up smiling on the gra**y mound a hundred years ago
Afar and forlorn. We have strayed and found each other, afar and forlorn