Despair is in the suns that shine, br And in the rains that fall, br This sad forsaken soul of mine br Is weary of them all. br br They fall and shine on alien streets br From those I love and know. br I cannot hear amid the heats br The North Sea's freshening flow br br The people hurry up and down, br Like ghosts that cannot lie; br And wandering through the phantom town br The weariest ghost am I.