Alone (based on a poem by Edgar Allen Poe)

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[Intro (instrumental fade in)]

[Verse 1]
From childhood’s hour
I’ve not been
Like other people—
I’ve not seen
What they have seen—
I can’t pull
My passions from
the same old stream—
From the same source
I’ve not taken
My sorrow—
I couldn’t waken
My heart to joy
in the same way—
And everything I loved—
I loved alone—

[Chorus]
Alone!
(ahhhh)
Alone!
(oooh)
I couldn’t waken
My heart to joy
And everything I loved—
I loved alone—

[instrumental segue]

[Verse 2]
Then—in my childhood—
at the start
Of a life so stormy—
it was marked
From every depth of
good and ill
The mystery that
holds me still—
From the torrent,
or the fountain—
From the red cliff
of the mountain—
From the sun that
circled me
In its autumn glow
of gold—
From the lightning in
the sky
As it flashed me
passing by—
From the thunder,
and the storm—
And the cloud that took
the form
(When the rest of heaven
was blue)
Of a demon
in my view—

[Pre-Chorus]
I couldn’t waken
My heart to joy
And everything I loved—
I loved alone—

[Chorus]
Alone!
(ahhhh)
Alone!
(oooh)
I couldn’t waken
My heart to joy
And everything I loved—
I loved alone—

[instrumental interlude]

[Final Chorus]
Alone!
(ahhhh)
Alone!
(oooh)
I couldn’t waken
My heart to joy
And everything I loved—
I loved alone—

[Outro (whisper)]
Alone

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Original Edgar Allen Poe poem:

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I cannot bring
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—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
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

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[Intro (instrumental fade in)] [Verse 1] From childhood’s hour I’ve not been Like other people— I’ve not seen What they have seen— I can’t pull My passions from the same old stream— From the same source I’ve not taken My sorrow— I couldn’t waken My heart to joy in the same way— And everything I loved— I loved alone— [Chorus] Alone! (ahhhh) Alone! (oooh) I couldn’t waken My heart to joy And everything I loved— I loved alone— [instrumental segue] [Verse 2] Then—in my childhood— at the start Of a life so stormy— it was marked From every depth of good and ill The mystery that holds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that circled me In its autumn glow of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it flashed me passing by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view— [Pre-Chorus] I couldn’t waken My heart to joy And everything I loved— I loved alone— [Chorus] Alone! (ahhhh) Alone! (oooh) I couldn’t waken My heart to joy And everything I loved— I loved alone— [instrumental interlude] [Final Chorus] Alone! (ahhhh) Alone! (oooh) I couldn’t waken My heart to joy And everything I loved— I loved alone— [Outro (whisper)] Alone +++ Original Edgar Allen Poe poem: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I cannot bring 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—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 (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

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