Four Kinds of Lonely

There’re four kinds of lonely, and I know them all, One of them’s summer, and one of them’s fall, One of them’s winter, and one of them’s spring— There’re four kinds of lonely, to each one I sing. In spring-time I think of that year when we met, In summer I think how you hadn’t left yet, In autumn I think how you left like the leaves, In winter I hear you when wind hits the eaves. In spring-time I look at those flowers you grew, In summer I walk through the woods we once knew, In autumn I miss you, and I always will, In winter I stand by your stone in the chill.