| Song | He Lives Alone |
| Artist | Dory Previn |
| Album | On My Way To Where |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Previn | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With collages on the walls | |
| And cathedral halls | |
| And he eats at a table | |
| With room for eight | |
| And each course is served | |
| On a separate place | |
| And he sits by his pool | |
| And he waters his plants | |
| And he does not dance | |
| He does not dance | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With his jacobean chairs | |
| And his marble stairs | |
| And he sleeps in a room | |
| With a dozen locks | |
| And his money is kept | |
| In a cardboard box | |
| Underneath his bed | |
| (With his mother's ring) | |
| And he will not sing | |
| He will not sing | |
| Nothing burns | |
| In the fire place | |
| Leather bound | |
| Are the books | |
| A silent film star | |
| Lived there once | |
| And a lady comes in | |
| And cooks | |
| And looks after him | |
| (Because he pays her well) | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| And when his pulse | |
| Begins to pound | |
| At an | |
| Alien sound | |
| Then he calls in a voice | |
| That can't be heard | |
| To a room down the hall | |
| Where no woman stirred | |
| And he thinks of her | |
| And he wishes her there | |
| And he cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With collages on the walls | |
| And cathedral halls | |
| And he thinks of her | |
| And he wishes her there | |
| And he cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| Oh no he cannot share |
| zuo qu : Previn | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With collages on the walls | |
| And cathedral halls | |
| And he eats at a table | |
| With room for eight | |
| And each course is served | |
| On a separate place | |
| And he sits by his pool | |
| And he waters his plants | |
| And he does not dance | |
| He does not dance | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With his jacobean chairs | |
| And his marble stairs | |
| And he sleeps in a room | |
| With a dozen locks | |
| And his money is kept | |
| In a cardboard box | |
| Underneath his bed | |
| With his mother' s ring | |
| And he will not sing | |
| He will not sing | |
| Nothing burns | |
| In the fire place | |
| Leather bound | |
| Are the books | |
| A silent film star | |
| Lived there once | |
| And a lady comes in | |
| And cooks | |
| And looks after him | |
| Because he pays her well | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| And when his pulse | |
| Begins to pound | |
| At an | |
| Alien sound | |
| Then he calls in a voice | |
| That can' t be heard | |
| To a room down the hall | |
| Where no woman stirred | |
| And he thinks of her | |
| And he wishes her there | |
| And he cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With collages on the walls | |
| And cathedral halls | |
| And he thinks of her | |
| And he wishes her there | |
| And he cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| Oh no he cannot share |
| zuò qǔ : Previn | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With collages on the walls | |
| And cathedral halls | |
| And he eats at a table | |
| With room for eight | |
| And each course is served | |
| On a separate place | |
| And he sits by his pool | |
| And he waters his plants | |
| And he does not dance | |
| He does not dance | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With his jacobean chairs | |
| And his marble stairs | |
| And he sleeps in a room | |
| With a dozen locks | |
| And his money is kept | |
| In a cardboard box | |
| Underneath his bed | |
| With his mother' s ring | |
| And he will not sing | |
| He will not sing | |
| Nothing burns | |
| In the fire place | |
| Leather bound | |
| Are the books | |
| A silent film star | |
| Lived there once | |
| And a lady comes in | |
| And cooks | |
| And looks after him | |
| Because he pays her well | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| And when his pulse | |
| Begins to pound | |
| At an | |
| Alien sound | |
| Then he calls in a voice | |
| That can' t be heard | |
| To a room down the hall | |
| Where no woman stirred | |
| And he thinks of her | |
| And he wishes her there | |
| And he cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| He lives alone | |
| In his great big house | |
| With collages on the walls | |
| And cathedral halls | |
| And he thinks of her | |
| And he wishes her there | |
| And he cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| He cannot share | |
| Oh no he cannot share |