A Single Soul Appeared
With His Hand In His Pocket
And Head Bowed Low
Alone He Walks Deep In Thought
Where Have All The Flowers Gone
Mile After Lonely Mile
Weeds The Only Company He Keeps
Slower And Slower His Pace Begins
An Inner Voice Saying
Dont Stop Now Ull Be Dead
Lowering Himself To The Ground
He Dreams Of A World That Once Was
Full Of Laughter Hope And Tears
Goodbye There Is No Hope