Chris Brubeck, Dan Brubeck, Dianne Mower, NORMAN JOHNSON - Lonesome
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All of my life I've been lonely.
I'll go way back in my past.
I'll tell you all about lonesome.
How the winters last and last.
I've known the loneliest autumns.
Watching the leaves slowly turn.
Sad is the tag end of summer.
When dreams with the leaves will burn.
I've stood alone in springtime.
High up on a hill.
Cried in the rain in springtime.
Because no one's there to share the thrill.
There is a certain glory in summer.
Quiet contagious joy
There is a silent story in the Summer.
That calls to mind a young boy.
Who fell in love in the summer.
Then grew up far too fast.
Still he returns each summer.
To visit in the past.
The past....
the past.....