Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d, all I lov'd
All I lov'd, all I lov’d
All I lov'd, all I lov'd
All I lov'd, all I lov'd
I lov'd alone
I lov'd alone

And all I lov'd, all I lov’d
All I lov’d, all I lov'd
All I lov’d, all I lov'd
I lov'd alone

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that ’round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form

I lov'd alone (x6)