(with Irving Mills)

In my solitude, you'll haunt me
With reveries of days gone by.
In my solitude, you'll taunt me
With memories that never die.
I sit in my chair,
Filled with despair,
No one could be so sad.
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare,
I know that I'll soon go mad.
In my solitude, I'm praying,
Dear Lord above, send back my love.