DEEP SONG
George Cory (m) Douglass Cross (l)   1947

as rec by Billie Holiday w Bob Haggart & his Orch  
Feb 13th 1947


Lonely grief is hounding me,
Like the lonely shadow hounding me;
It's always there just out of sight,
Like a frightening dream on a lightning night.

Lonely wind cries out my name,
Sad as haunted music in the rain;
It's borne of grief and borne of woe,
But I hear it call and I've got to go.

Where can I be headed for?
The blues call at my door
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 ache 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 up above.
Never hope to understand,
Love is a barren land,
A lonely land,
A lonely land.





(Contributed by Peter Akers - March 2009)