What a man I was, now I’m left alone with only br The memory and the dream of the man I once had been; br And so, I’m sitting lonely, on my armchair, thinking solely br What a man I used to be br br What a man I was, now whilst my soul is burning, br I can see the whole world turning without counting more on me; br And there’s just one thing only I can think, now I’m this lonely, br What a man I used to be br br So I sit here reclined on my own with a cup of brandy in my hand br And the light of the candles burning. br As I look at the world through my window br And see it turning, turning, turning…. br br What a man I was, like those trees that now fade lonely, br Through which people pass by coldly and nobody stops to see; br As I see them wither lonely, a teardrop’s falling slowly br For the man I used to be br br What a man I was, had the love, had the glory br Had the most amazing story, crossed the earth, the skies and seas. br And now I’m left just with only the pieces and debris br Of the man I used to be br br But my eyes still are fixed on the window with velvet curtains opened wide br As the handles of the clock are turning.