| 歌曲 | Deep Song |
| 歌手 | Billie Holiday |
| 专辑 | Touch of her Lips |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Billie Holiday | |
| Lonely grief is hounding me | |
| Like the lonely shadow hounding me | |
| It's always there, just out of sight | |
| Like a fragling tree on a lightening night | |
| Lonely wind cries out my name | |
| Sad as haunted music in the rain | |
| It's born of grief and born of woe | |
| But I hear it call and I've got to go | |
| Where can I be headed for | |
| The blues call it my north 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 hate 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 barrel land | |
| A lonely land, a lonely land |
| zuo qu : Billie Holiday | |
| Lonely grief is hounding me | |
| Like the lonely shadow hounding me | |
| It' s always there, just out of sight | |
| Like a fragling tree on a lightening night | |
| Lonely wind cries out my name | |
| Sad as haunted music in the rain | |
| It' s born of grief and born of woe | |
| But I hear it call and I' ve got to go | |
| Where can I be headed for | |
| The blues call it my north 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 hate 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 barrel land | |
| A lonely land, a lonely land |
| zuò qǔ : Billie Holiday | |
| Lonely grief is hounding me | |
| Like the lonely shadow hounding me | |
| It' s always there, just out of sight | |
| Like a fragling tree on a lightening night | |
| Lonely wind cries out my name | |
| Sad as haunted music in the rain | |
| It' s born of grief and born of woe | |
| But I hear it call and I' ve got to go | |
| Where can I be headed for | |
| The blues call it my north 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 hate 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 barrel land | |
| A lonely land, a lonely land |