Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
he sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
I’ve never seen a night so long
when time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
to hide its face a cry.
Did you ever see a Robin weep
when leaves begin to die?
That means he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of a falling star
lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
Hank Williams
he sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
I’ve never seen a night so long
when time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
to hide its face a cry.
Did you ever see a Robin weep
when leaves begin to die?
That means he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of a falling star
lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry.
Hank Williams
1 comment:
It's kind of a blue day, isn't it?
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