Lonely, lonely, it can be so lonely Waiting, hoping, longing to touch/meet And love, and be loved in return Who are we, who need love? Ask the rising sun Lonely, lonely, it's a lonely feeling Waiting, hating the time we lose when We're cast aside and then forgotten Who are we, who need love? Ask the rising sun For the sun sees every tender leaf That drifts to earth and trembles For the sun sees every stricken bird That tries to fly and fambles And the sun fears not a distant thunder Gathers, grows and rumbles Oh, take my hand all you who are so lonely You who yearn to look with longing to touch And love and be loved in return Who are we, who need love? Ask the rising sun