Lone and alone she lies, poor miss Five flights from earth and one from heaven Dark hair and eyes, she tries hard not to cry But still alone she lies And I never knew the reasons There ain't no lover in your bed But lady you were always some kind Of woman to me There ain't no sunshine for my poor miss There ain't no gardens in April's spring Just four dark walls, and light comes shadowly Ah, poor miss, ah me! And I still remember the sunlight on your face Lady you were always some kind Of woman to me
