Anita O’Day
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Don't the moon look lonesome shining through the trees?
Don't the moon look lonesome shining through the trees?
when your arms look lonesome, when your baby backs up to leave
Said I'm going up the mountain, and call that baby of mine
Said I'm going up the mountain, and call that baby of mine
But something tells me you're not coming back this time