In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by;
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die.
I sit in my chair, filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad.
With gloom ev'rywhere, I sit and I stare;
I know that I'll soon go mad.
In my solitude, I'm praying
Dear Lord above, send back my love
Also Recorded by Ella Fitzgerald
