The Lonely Forest golden apples of the sun pt 1

He's alone and old.
Now his heart is in the ground. (Oh)
I could have helped a brother.
Convinced I worked not nearly enough.
Let this be my lesson to never measure love.
In the waking hour, when I hear the cold air.
Let him find the true rest he looked for.
And if I ever someday found myself in his place
May a friend do what I never could:
Just give love,
There is never enough.