I met an old woman
Talking by herself
Down a lonely road.
Talking to herself,
Laughing all the time,
Talking to herself
Down a country road.
Child, you cannot know
Why folks talk alone.
If the road be long
And travellers none,
A man talks to himself
If showers of sorrows
Fall down like arrows
The wayfarer
May talk by himself.
So an old woman
On lone country roads,
Laughing all the time,
May babble to herself
To keep the tears away.
Woman, you are sad!
Tis the same with me
