That old master painter from the faraway hills painted the violets

can you say something new about being aloneTell somebody

and over I keep going over the world we knewOnce

you're feeling sad and lonelyThere's a service I can

Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your make-up, soon he

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

It seems to me I've heard that song beforeIt's from an

cry, oh, honey, please don't be that wayClouds in

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

Oh, it's a long, long time from May to DecemberBut the

night is the loneliest night of the week'Cause that's the

The one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender

I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rainI've got some habits

I find myself gazing at starsHearing guitars, like someone

Bye bye babyRemember you're my babyWhen they give you the eyeAlthough

glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be

I've known her valleys, I've known her mountainsHer missions and her

(Boy of mine, boy of mine)(Dear little boy of mine)Boy of

From this day forward, I promise you with all my heartThat

There's a story the gypsies know is trueThat when your love