Long you are gone

My fears my follies strummed in a song,
I sing alone, long you are gone.
Embedded like a shingle, I wear my moan,
I sing alone, long you are gone.
Like the lass who feeds the fawn,
I sing alone, long you are gone.
Amidst the rye, like a farmer’s son,
I sing alone, long you are gone.
O callous one won’t you hear my yarn?
I sing alone, long you are gone.