Deep song de Billie Holiday

Lonely grief is hounding me
like the lonely shadow hounding me
it's always there just out of sight
like a fragling tree on a lightening night
lonely wind cries out my name
Sad as haunted music in the rain
it's born of grief and born of woe
but i hear it call and i've got to go
where can i be headed for
the blues call in my north
to lick my heart once more
love lives in a lonely land
where there's no helping hand to understand
why does it bring this hate to me
why it don't matter why
i only know misery has to be part of me
never hope to count on love
to be a partner of that heaven above
never hope to understand
love is a barrel land
a lonely land, a lonely land