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I can't be happy alone anymore,
I've gotten used to your comforting words;
I bite my nails till my fingers are sore,
See what you've done with your tongue-cursing words.
No man's an island, the sages all say,
Who would have guessed I'd have doubted so long;
Now that I'm bound and I like it this way,
I must confess that I've always been wrong.
There was a time that I thought I had all that I needed,
My choices repeated in shame;
There was a time when I thought for my pride felt misleaded,
But looking back I was to blame.
Now I've got a feeling so deep in my soul,
Just like the falcon that reels on the wing;
It's ripping and wringing - it won't let me go,
That's why I've written this song that I sing.
There was a time that I thought I had all that I needed,
My choices repeated in shame;
There was a time when I thought for my pride felt misleaded,
But looking back I was to blame.
Now I've got a feeling so deep in my soul,
Just like the falcon that reels on the wing;
It's ripping and wringing - it won't let me go,
That's why I've written this song that I sing.
This variant recorded by Ryan's Fancy (Looking Back, 1972, Audat).
See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.
A variant was also recorded by The Barra MacNeils (Barra Music Co., 1990).
