On My Own by Edward Doyle Lyrics

Library books in the winter, my hands so cold the pages fold
And all that's left is a cover, of a song

I hate to write in the winter, my fingers freeze against the breeze
And all I long for are autumn leaves
To Fall, to fall, to fall, to fall

I give my heart in the summer, sit on the beach and watch it fall
Into the waves of the ocean
On my own, on my own, on my own, on my own

Life hasn't always been lonely, but when it is I write a song
And then I sing it all summer long
On my own, on my own, on my own, on my own