The world is great

The world is great: the birds all fly from me;

The stars are golden fruit upon a tree

All out of reach: my little sister went,

And I am lonely.

The world is great: I tried to mount the hill

Above the pines, where the light lies so still,

But it rose higher: little Lisa went,

And I am lonely.

The world is great: the wind comes rushing by.

I wonder where it comes from; sea-birds cry

And hurt my heart: my little sister went,

And I am lonely.

The world is great: the people laugh and talk,

And make loud holiday: how fast they walk!

I'm lame, they push me: little Lisa went,

And I am lonely.