On past the Riley Fruit Farm in the country and
across the Gundy Hills to Chapin Holler An old man
lived alone like a prisoner serving I'd never met
a man like Albert Erving Albert never held a woman
or a child you could see that loneliness had drove
him wild He said I ain't seen a soul in three long
years and down his lonely face came the tears His
house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes The
boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime The
floor in Albert's home was just the earth worn
down Where Albert's lonely feet had walked around

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Everything in Albert's house was made by hand a
picture carved in wood sat on a stand Such beauty
in a face I'd never seen carved just below the
picture the name Kathleen Albert held the picture
close up to his face said my Kathleen adds beauty
to this place I asked him who she was then came
the tears He said she's not real she's just
someone I've dreamed of all these years His house
was filled... Where Albert's lonely feet had
walked around