Is she lonesome now ? Is she all alone ? I wonder
where that good gal's gone ? Hear the whistle
blow, hear the tracks moan I hear the train coming
home. Lonesome is the name of the north bound
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/MjfI]train, The hills are green she's gone. Has she
made up her mind to leave sorrow behind, On herway
back home? There is a place where her shining face
still smiles. Does she sing a sad song or is she
glad I'm gone ? I hear her voice laugh in a dream.
How near she seemed when she whispered her sad
farewell