| Well, it's an ill wind that blows no good | |
| And it's a sad one that won't love like I know it should | |
| And oh, how lonesome you must be | |
| And it's a shame if you don't share your love with me | |
| It's a heartache when love is gone | |
| But it's bad, even sad, later on | |
| Oh, there's no one blinder than he who won't see | |
| And it's a shame if you don't share your love with me | |
| Well, I can't help it when she is gone | |
| You must try to forget, oh, you must live on | |
| And I know it's a good thing to love someone | |
| But it's bad, even sad, when it's not returned | |
| And oh, how lonesome you must be | |
| And it's a shame if you don't share your love with me | |
| And it's a shame if you don't share your love with me |