This Love of Mine
Though life is empty, since you have gone
You're always on my mind, though out of sight
It's lonesome through the day and all the night
I cry my heart my out, it's bound to break
Since nothin' matters, then let it break
I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine
What's to become of it, this love of mine?
I cry my heart my out, it's bound to break
Since nothin' matters, then let it break
I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine
What's to become of it, this love of mine?
Autor(es): FRANK SINATRA, HENRY W. SANICOLA, SOL PARKER