Another lonesome morning, another long lonesome day.

You'll have to live without him, the morning seems to say.

Another lonesome morning, you thought you didn't care.

But morning dreams will find you wishing he were there.

Bob White sings his same old song, trying hard to please.

And you hear the sound that he used to love, through the rustle of the leaves, through the rustle of the leaves.

You're losing him has taught you, that you wanted him to stay.

And you know, all another lonesome morning brings, is another lonesome day, is another lonesome day.