Lonesome Song کے بول

Hear that bird, so high and shrill Sitting on that railroad train's window sill. Wind comes cutting 'cross the field To the bone, it gives a chill. Willows away Sounds-a-swish! In a magic moment Of home you wish. It's a dark, dark eve You're walking on Look to the sky And hum a bluesy song. The silence is so that your ears seem to ring Sounds of the night are lost in your dreams. Ways of your days make you so sad Loss of a love has turned your heart bad. Long for the fire of home, family, friends Joy and laughter where love begins. The road that you're on was all on your feet No use to stop - your thoughts cannot sleep. Hear that bird, so high and shrill Sitting on that railroad train's window sill.