The devil makes work   For idle hands to do   He can take these hands   If they're not touching you      And these lips of mine   Would rather turn to stone   Than kiss another now that you are gone      Sweetheart   I'm so alone   Sweetheart   When are you coming home      Sweetheart   I'm so alone   Sweetheart   When are you coming home      I know that love's    A many splendoured thing   If loses it's charm   Without the joy you bring    And happiness   Can be an empty term   But i've found heaven nestling in your arms      And now you've gone   Sweetheart I'm so alone   When are you coming home   Sweetheart I'm so alone   When are you coming home   When are you coming home      Sweetheart I'm so alone   When are you coming home   Sweetheart I'm so alone   When are you coming home ...