All alone on an ancient stone br Lost in the setting of the sun, br The sound of hoofs-the rider has come br Up to the door of my rooms. br At length there came a loud, loud knock br There could be no response, br The knock was soon gone br And was heard no more br The lingering silence grew long, alone, br Alone, on the ancient stone. br br The sun was long gone, a whipporwill's song br Though night wore away, still sang on br From the depths of his being, all alone. br The cock crowed once br And having no audience, crowed once more br There could be no response br The call was soon gone br And was heard no more br Silence grew long, just being alone br Alone, on the ancient stone.