George cory / douglass cross Lonely grief is hounding me Like the lonely shadow hounding me It's always there just out of sight Like a fragling tree on a lightening night Lonely wind cries out my name Sad as haunted music in the rain It's born of grief and born of woe But I hear it call and I've got to go Where can I be headed for The blues call in my north To lick my heart once more Love lives in a lonely land Where there's no helping hand to understand Why does it bring this hate to me Why it don't matter why I only know misery has to be part of me Never hope to count on love To be a partner of that heaven above Never hope to understand Love is a barrel land A lonely land, a lonely land
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