| Song | This Love Of Mine |
| Artist | Frank Sinatra |
| Album | Sinatra: New York |
| This love of mine goes on and on, | |
| Tho' life is empty since you have gone. | |
| You're always on my mind, tho' out of sight | |
| It's lonesome thru the day, | |
| But oh! the night. | |
| I cry my heart out it's bound to break, | |
| Since nothing matters, let it break. | |
| I ask the sun and the moon, | |
| The stars that shine, | |
| What's to become of it, this love of mine. |