Why Was I Born? – Eddie Condon – letras

Spending these lonesome eveningsWith nothing to doBut to live in dreams that I make upAll by myselfDreaming that you’re beside meI picture the prettiest storiesOnly to wake up All by myselfWhat is the good of me by myself?Why was I bornWhy am I livingWhat do I get What am I givingWhy do I want a thing I daren’t hope forWhat can I hope for I wish I knewWhy do I tryTo draw you near meWhy do I do I cryYou never hear meI’m a poor foolBut what can I doWhy was I bornTo love youI’m a poor foolBut what can I doWhy was I bornTo love you