I
I
want somebody’s love to-night,
My heart is full of woe;
I
hear but harsh and careless words,
Wherever I may go;
No
friends have I in all the world,
They all have passed above;
To-night
I’m sad and all alone,
I want somebody’s love.
Chorus
Somebody’s
love somebody’s love,
I care not whose it be;
If
only it be pure and true,
With one small share for me.
Somebody’s
love, somebody’s love,
O, send it, God above!
Somebody’s
love for me tonight,
I want somebody’s love.
II
The
great world rushes on so fast,
It never stops to see;
It
never listens to the cry
Of lonesome souls like me.
But
out of all this endless throng,
That rudely past me shove,
There
must be one heart tuned to mine,
There must be one to love.
Chorus
Somebody’s
love somebody’s love,
I care not whose it be;
If
only it be pure and true,
With one small share for me.
Somebody’s
love, somebody’s love,
O, send it, God above!
Somebody’s
love for me tonight,
I want somebody’s love.
Written on a Camb. West End Car
returning from Boston, 5 PM
Jan.
26, 1895
Pub.
in B. Travelor
Aug.
2, ‘95
Copied
in Hfd. Times
July
17, 1895
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