Perry Como – When You’re Away

When you’re away dear,

how weary the lonesome hours,

sunshine seems gray dear,

the fragrance has left the flowers . . .

Ever I hear you in seeming

whispering soft love words to me

Ah if I knew it were but dreaming

n’er to be . . .

Then, when you’re near me

there’s n’yot that I strive to do

save to endear me

more fondly my love to you . . .

Never again let us part dear,

I’d die without you my own,

hold me again to your heart,

I love you alone . . .

( Never again let us part dear,

I’d die without you my own . . . )

. . . hold me again to your heart,

I love you alone . . .

Love you my own . . .

love you alone!