I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailing
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be coming back again
It depends on how I’m a-feeling
Well, if you, my love, must think that way
I’m sure your mind is roaming
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re going.
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