In the corner where she stands and dwells
Between the rushes and the kitchen bells 
She remembers sunny warmer days
Laughing with her father’s praise

She’s lonely here and all alone 
She walks the streets, we know, unknown 
Distant friends and distant home
Why, she wonders, is she here alone

She’s the willowy girl I sometimes see
With gentle smile, and graceful plea
At the Greek cafe just down the street
Where morning friends come to meet

I’m just some nameless solitary bloke
Among the many nameless and busy folk
Whose faces arrive and come and go,
Whose faces she seems to sometimes know

She’s lonely here and all alone 
She walks the streets, we know, unknown 
Distant friends and distant home
Why, she wonders, must she atone

I see young men with their winsome smiles
See their efforts and their earnest wiles 
Her eyes are friendly but she stays aloof
Demanding more and much greater proof

But these young men do not seem to see
They’re attracted to her mystery
They don’t see beyond her lovely face
The hidden life, the hidden grace

But I see it all, I see her true
I see her find so very few 
That understand her deep resolve 
To win the day, to grow, evolve

It can be lonely to be our own
To walk the streets, we know, unknown 
Insisting friends be truly sown
If they will make our home a home