Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill? He sounds too blue to fly. The midnight train is whining 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 his face and cry. Did you ever see a robin weep when leaves began 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 the purple sky. And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry. I'm so lonesome I could cry.