I picture the place
where there are only
pleasant things
truly no one Is lonely
and cold as here
Everyone has got
someone to lean on but me
Everybody has got
somebody to hold but me
Then I think of you
but I feel alone again
I open the book
and find me a place
I've never been
I'd rather off there
than go home without you
Everyone knows
that love isn't
simple as a bee
Surely no one is
born to be lost indeed
Then I think of you
but I feel alone again
＂Why have all things
come to this end＂
Why has our home
turn to a cold place
I picture the place
where there are only
pleasant things
Surely no one is
born to be lost indeed
Then I think of you
think of you
think of you
but I feel alone again
think of you
but I feel alone again