Текст песни A Woman Alone With The Blues - Maria Muldaur

For my love sickness
There's no physician.
What could he tell me to use?
No liquid or pill, I'm sure,
Ever did or will cure
A woman alone with the blues.
Burning memories of
The man that I love
Crowd all my mental revues.
For all of the pain I feel,
His two loving arms could heal
A woman alone with the blues.
To a blue melody,
Warm and human,
I could pour my soul out in song
And the words would be
About a good woman
Who believed in her man, right or wrong.

He'll come back someday,
Begging forgiveness,
Blushing way down to his shoes.
No man in this world can find
Happiness or peace of mind
And break any heart he may choose
And leave his woman
Alone with the blues.