Hear the lonesome whipperwhil
he sounds too blue to fly
the midnight train is whinning 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 its face a cry

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.