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 its face and cry. Did you ever see a Robin weep, When leaves begin to die? That means he's lost his will to live. I'm so lonesome I could cry. The silence of a falling star, Lights up a purple sky. And as I wonder where you are, I'm so lonesome I could cry. I'm so lonesome I could cry.