I'm feeling mighty lonesome. Haven't slept a wink. I walk the floor and watch the door. And in between I drink Black coffee. Love's a hand me down brew. I'll never know a Sunday. In this weekday
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill. On Blueberry Hill when I found you. The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill. And lingered until my dreams came true The wind in the willow played. Love's sweet
