Billie Holiday / Mal Waldron

Where's the love that's made to fill my heart?

Where's the one from whom I'll never part?

First they hurt me, then desert me

I'm left alone, all alone

There's no house that I can call my home

There's no place from which I'll never roam

Town or city, it's a pity

I'm left alone, all alone

Seek and find they always say

But up to now it's not that way

Maybe fate has let him pass me by

Or perhaps we'll meet before I die

Hearts will open, but until then

I'm left alone, all alone