I haven't received a letter todayI hope for tomorrow that one's on its wayI have been dreaming what you would sayYour arms reaching for me on the ground where you layI have been lonely, I have been blueNo longer am I to see youYou'll find me down by the river these daysThinking about your soft, tender waysI still am dreaming of what you would sayYour arms reaching for me on the ground where you layI have been lonely, I have been blueNo longer am I to see youKnowing as soon as I see your sweet faceWon't be as mad at this dirty old placeI have been lonely, I have been blueI have been lonely, I have been blueNo longer am I to see youKnowing as soon as I see your sweet faceI won't be as mad at this wretched old place
