Sweetheart
ANDREW JOHN BARLOW, LOUISE ANN RHODES
The devil makes work
For idle hand to do
He can take these hands
If they're not touching you
And the lips of mine
Would rather turn to stone
Than kiss another
Now that you are gone
[Chorus]
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-splendored thing
Loses its spark
Without the joy you bring
And happiness
Can be an empty term
But I found heaven
Nestling in your arms
And now you're gone
[Chorus: x2]