WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN IN ROMANY (MY HEART GOES ROAMING BACK TO YOU)
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Bert Grant,   1916)


Dearie, dearie, 
Far across the deep blue sea; 
Dearie, dearie, 
Do you ever think of me? 
When the Autumn leaves are turning 
My thoughts turn to home; 
Is there still a love light burning, 
Far across the foam? 
Dearie, dearie, 
Tell me, are we both alone?

Lonely, lonely, 
Think how lonely I must be; 
Lonely, lonely, 
No one seems to pity me. 
I can see the corn a swaying 
In the candle light, 
Staying where I left you praying, 
"Lead his footsteps right." 
Lonely, lonely, say a pray'r for me tonight.

When the sun goes down in Romany, 
My heart goes roaming back to you; 
Through the dells the chapel bells are calling, 
There's a grief for every leaf that's falling, 
Like a tipsy gypsy I just wandered, 
Far from all the loved ones that I knew, 
But dearie, 
When the sun goes down in Romany, 
My heart goes roaming back to you.