| Is she lonesome now ? | |
| Is she all alone ? | |
| I wonder where that good gal's gone ? | |
| Hear the whistle blow, hear the tracks moan | |
| I hear the train coming home. | |
| Lonesome is the name of the north bound train, | |
| The hills are green she's gone. | |
| Has she made up her mind to leave sorrow behind, | |
| On herway back home? | |
| There is a place where her shining face still smiles. | |
| Does she sing a sad song or is she glad | |
| I'm gone ? | |
| I hear her voice laugh in a dream. | |
| How near she seemed when she whispered her sad farewell |