PETIT JEAN Lonesome I Lonesome? God! How lonesome, As the evening shadows fall ! The night comes on, and stars smi le bright; But, God! How lonesome I! II Lonesome? Yes, just lonesomeLonely as ca n be. The very stars have s lipped away, And closed their eyes on me. III Lonesome? My! How lonesome! The forest folks have fled; The lon ely owl, who spoke at first, Has now bid me adieu. IV Lonesome? God! How lonesome In this s ilent, so lemn night! My very soul from me has passed, And left me in this plight. 86 , F. M. K.
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