A winter's day

             
, in a deep an

         
d dark decembe

r;
       
I am alone, ga

            
zing from my w

           
indow to the s

         
treets below
            
On a freshly f

             
allen silent s

         
hroud of snow.
           
I Am A Rock, I

        
 am an island.


             
I've built wal

             
ls, a fortress

           
 steep and mig

hty,
          
That none may 

           
penetrate. I h

             
ave no need of

 
 friendship;
            
Friendship cau

            
ses pain. It's

            
 laughter and 

             
it's loving I 

   
disdain.
           
I Am A Rock, I

        
 am an island.


              
Don't talk of 

             
love, but I've

             
 heard the wor

     
ds before;
            
It's sleeping 

          
in my memory. 

            
I won't distur

            
b the slumber 

   
of feelings
            
That have died

            
. If I never l

             
oved I never w

          
ould have crie

d.
           
I Am A Rock, I

        
 am an island.


             
I have my book

             
s, and my poet

         
ry to protect 

me;
          
I am shielded 

           
in my armor, h

           
iding in my ro

            
om, save withi

     
n my womb.
            
I touched no o

             
ne and no one 

        
touches me.
           
I Am A Rock, I

        
 am an island.


          
And a rock fee

      
ls no pain;
            
And an island 

    
never cries!



by Franz Felix - Austria/Vienna