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 the clouds to hide its face and 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.