Billie Holiday - Solitude - Текст песни

Duke ellington / eddie delange / irving mills

In my solitude

You haunt me

With dreadful ease

Of days gone by

In my solitude

You taunt me

With memories

That never die

I sit in my chair

And filled with despair

Theres no one could be so sad

With gloom everywhere

I sit and I stare

I know that Ill soon go mad

In my solitude

Im afraid

Dear lord above

Send back my love