Frank Sinatra

This love of mine goes on and on,
Tho life is empty since you have gone.
Youre always on my mind, tho out of sight
Its lonesome thru the day,
But oh! the night.

I cry my heart out its bound to break,
Since nothing matters, let it break.
I ask the sun and the moon,
The stars that shine,
Whats to become of it, this love of mine.