Lonely

Lonely, lonely

Lonely is the man, who walks alone

And lonely is the man, who has no home

And lonely, lonely, lonely am I

I am so lonely, wish I could die

I asked the Lord up above

What is this thing, mortals call love

And why can't I have one of my own

I am so lonely, so all alone

Lonely is the bird, without a tree

And lonely is the sailor, without the sea

I asked the Lord up above

What is this thing, mortals call love

And why can't I have one of my own

I am so lonely, so all alone

(Eddie Cochran)