Lyrics:
The devil makes workFor idle hands to doHe can take these handsIf they're not touching youAnd these lips of mineWould rather turn to stoneThan kiss another now that you are goneSweetheartI'm so aloneSweetheartWhen are you coming homeSweetheartI'm so aloneSweetheartWhen are you coming homeI know that love'sA many splendoured thingIf loses it's charmWithout the joy you bringAnd happinessCan be an empty termBut I've found heaven nestling in your armsAnd now you've goneSweetheart I'm so aloneWhen are you coming homeSweetheart I'm so aloneWhen are you coming homeWhen are you coming homeSweetheart I'm so aloneWhen are you coming homeSweetheart I'm so aloneWhen are you coming home ...