He Whistles Long, Lonely

He whistles long, lonely,
the night watchman of grounds,
laments all that he'd be.

Sullen, yet hastily,
walks through his next bleak round,
He whistles long, lonely.

Keys rattle vexingly,
locks doors of gold and brown,
laments all that he'd be.

Through thoughts he walks, swiftly,
locks gates to the profound,
He whistles long, lonely.

He scorns Naivety,
if only he came 'round,
laments all that he'd be.

Once held fortuity,
through faults was let aground
He whistles long, lonely
laments all that he'd be.