Look up a man this lonesome road; Hang down your head and cry; For we often lose some things in life; That makes us wonder why. Oh the fairest love I ever had; Now sleeps beneath the clay; I live in hopes and dreams of her; That well meet again someday: I often said and wonder why; Life has to be this way; But after all is said and done Im sure God has his say; Id like to be a small part of life; With some good things to achieve: Just to know Ive been a fruitless part; Would give my poor heart grief.