Songtexte




Without a father, without a mother
Without a sister or a brother
I'm what they call, all to myself, alone
Don't have a dollar, not e'er a penny
Don't even have a portrait of Jenny
I'm what they call, all to myself, alone
Some folk have the moon, others may have the stars
I would be content just to be where you are
Seems just like I have nothing to live for
Except the trouble which my life is for
I'm what they call, all to myself, alone




Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.
Wird geladen
Wird geladen