So here I am quiet, back on my own,
Back from the fellowship, back from the dance;
Now I am reaping what I have sown

No regrets now, and no cause to moan.
For a rackety life I rejected each chance.
Here I am quiet, back on my own.

All by myself, I am never alone.
Unhindered, my soul is free to advance.
Now I am reaping what I have sown.

I never had problems, untrammelled I’ve grown;
Through dangers unseen I passed in a trance.
Here I am quiet, back on my own.

No music player and no mobile phone,
Papers and telly get barely a glance;
Now I am reaping what I have sown.

Melodies die. Hear eternity’s drone!
No need to cling to an outdated stance:
Here I am quiet, back on my own;
Now I am reaping what I have sown.