Lone and alone she lies, poor miss  Five flights from earth and one from heaven  Dark hair and eyes, she tries hard not to cry  But still alone she lies  And I never knew the reasons  There ain't no lover in your bed  But lady you were always some kind  Of woman to me  There ain't no sunshine for my poor miss  There ain't no gardens in April's spring  Just four dark walls, and light comes shadowly  Ah, poor miss, ah me!  And I still remember the sunlight on your face  Lady you were always some kind  Of woman to me