Lyrics: The Lonely Forest. Golden Apples of the Sun Pt. I.

He's alone and old.
Now his heart is in the ground. (Oh)
I could have helped a brother.
Convinced I worked not nearly enough.
Let this be my lesson to never measure love.

In the waking hour, when I hear the cold air.
Let him find the true rest he looked for.
And if I ever someday found myself in his place
May a friend do what I never could:
Just give love,
There is never enough.