| Sweetheart |
| The devil makes work For idle hands to do He can take these hands If they're not touching you And these lips of mine Would rather turn to stone Than kiss another now that you are gone Sweetheart I'm so alone Sweetheart When are you coming home Sweetheart I'm so alone Sweetheart When are you coming home I know that love's A many splendoured thing If loses it's charm Without the joy you bring And happiness Can be an empty term But i've found heaven nestling in your arms And now you've gone Sweetheart I'm so alone When are you coming home Sweetheart I'm so alone When are you coming home When are you coming home Sweetheart I'm so alone When are you coming home Sweetheart I'm so alone When are you coming home |