Historic Sheet Music Collection

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1916

Comments

There’s Someone More Lonesome Than You

Words by Lou Klein

Music by Harry Von Tilzer

New York: Harry Von Tilzer music Publishing Co. (1916)

Some of the resources may contain offensive language or negative stereotypes. Such materials should be seen in the context of the time period and as a reflection of attitudes of the time. The items are part of the historical record, and do not represent the views of the libraries or the institution.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
You say you’re feeling blue,
You don’t know what to do,
And as each day goes by,
It seems the same to you,
Then picture in your mind,
Someone you left behind,
A simple country cottage,
And in there you will find.

[Chorus]
There’s someone more lonesome than you,
Someone with true eyes of blue,
Day by day she wanders through the wildwood,
Dreaming of the love that once she knew,
She’s waiting and sighing in vain
For you promised you’d be true,
While you’re living in the bright lights with the merry and the gay,
There’s a loving heart you’ve broken just to pass the time away,
And she is more lonesome, more lonesome than you.

[Verse 2]
You say the world in wrong,
The brook still sing it’s songs,
The meadow grass is green,
Go back where you belong,
And make her poor heart glad,
She wants you mighty bad,
Just think how long she’s waiting,
And if you’re feeling sad.

[Chorus]

Poem:
(recited during the second chorus)

LONESOME, one little word but oh what it means
A word that portrays a thousand sad scenes,
Picture, a dog and his master, whom no one could save,
As he sits there and whines o'er his master's grave.
Though he kicked him and beat him when it comes time to part,
Even a dog dies of a broken heart. ·

Picture some old mother all wrinkled and gray.
Her son's at the front fighting day by day;
Her poor heart grows weary, she's soon laid to rest
And God only know, it was from lonesomeness.

Take a lad who is lonely, in, some lonesome town.
He does a great wrong, two old heads are bowed down,
A year or two passes, and the prodigal son
Returns, is forgiven, when all's said and done.

But put the poor girl in the lonesome lad's place,
The wrong's not her fault still her name's in disgrace,
Does someone forgive the prodigal girl?
No, they drag her down lower to the gut of the world.

Then they all wonder why she is walking along,
Selling her soul for the price of a song-
So think of the girl when you're lonesome and blue-
For she is more lonesome, more lonesome than you.

Share

COinS
 

The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.