the devil makes work
for idle hands to do
he can take these hands
if they´re not touching you

and these lips of mine
would rather turn to stone
than kiss another now that you are gone

sweetheart
i´m so alone
sweetheart
when are you coming home

sweetheart
i´m so alone
sweetheart
when are you coming home

i know that love´s
a many splendoured thing
if loses it´s charm
without the joy you bring
and happiness
can be an empty term
but i´ve found heaven nestling in your arms

and now you´ve gone
sweetheart i´m so alone
when are you coming home
sweetheart i´m so alone
when are you coming home
when are you coming home

sweetheart i´m so alone
when are you coming home
sweetheart i´m so alone
when are you coming home...