Texty: Debby Boone. Reflections of Rosemary. I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry.

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide his face and cry

And did you ever see a robin weep?
When leaves begin to die
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
And I'm so lonesome I could cry