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 ...