(Leslie SatcherWynn Varble)



Sometimes, in the middle of the day

When the sun is high in the sky

It can be a hundred degrees

And a shiver of lonesome runs through me



And sometimes, in the dark of the night

Covered up, safe and warm

I can be fast asleep

And a shiver of lonesome runs through me



Don't know why every time you cross my mind

I can feel that old chill run down my spine

I can know that I'm over you

I can be so sure of myself

Feel so free, then just one memory

And a shiver of lonesome runs through me



Don't know why every time you cross my mind

I can feel that old chill run down my spine

I can know that I'm over you

I can be so sure of myself

Feel so free, then just one memory

And a shiver of lonesome runs through me



Feel so free, then just one memory

And a shiver of lonesome runs through me