The devil makes work
  For idle hands to do
  He can take these hands
  If they're not touching you
  
  And these lips of mine
  Would rather turn to stone
  Than kiss another now that you are gone
  
  Sweetheart
  I'm so alone
  Sweetheart
  When are you coming home
  
  Sweetheart
  I'm so alone
  Sweetheart
  When are you coming home
  
  I know that love's
  A many splendoured thing
  If loses it's charm
  Without the joy you bring
  And happiness
  Can be an empty term
  But i've found heaven nestling in your arms
  
  And now you've gone
  Sweetheart I'm so alone
  When are you coming home
  Sweetheart I'm so alone
  When are you coming home
  When are you coming home
  
  Sweetheart I'm so alone
  When are you coming home
  Sweetheart I'm so alone
  When are you coming home ...