Sweetheart

The devil makes work For idle hands to do He can take these hands If theyre not touching you And these lips of mine Would rather turn to stone Than kiss another now that you are gone Sweetheart Im so alone Sweetheart When are you coming home Sweetheart Im so alone Sweetheart When are you coming home I know that loves A many splendoured thing If loses its charm Without the joy you bring And happiness Can be an empty term But Ive found heaven nestling in your arms And now youve gone Sweetheart Im so alone When are you coming home Sweetheart Im so alone When are you coming home When are you coming home Sweetheart Im so alone When are you coming home Sweetheart Im so alone When are you coming home ...