Lone and alone she lies, poor miss

Five flights from earth and one from heaven

Dark hair and eyes, she tries hard not to cry

But still alone she lies



And I never knew the reasons

There ain't no lover in your bed

But lady you were always some kind

Of woman to me



There ain't no sunshine for my poor miss

There ain't no gardens in April's spring

Just four dark walls, and light comes shadowly

Ah, poor miss, ah me!



And I still remember the sunlight on your face

Lady you were always some kind

Of woman to me