George Cory / Douglass Cross



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 in 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 above

Never hope to understand

Love is a barrel land

A lonely land, a lonely land