Текст песни Solitude - Billie Holiday , Eddie Heywood

In my solitude
You haunt me
With reveries
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There's no one
Who could be so sad

With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad

In my solitude
I'm prayin'
Dear Lord above
Send back my love

I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There's no one
Who could be so sad

With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad

In my solitude
I'm prayin'
Dear Lord above
Send back my love