Sunday Song Lyric:

For a slight change of pace, I thought I’d start offering up a song lyric or two each Sunday. For today, I settled on something by one of America’s greatest songwriters of all time, Hank Williams Sr. Although he never saw his 30th birthday, Williams left an astounding musical legacy. He was much more than a “country music singer.” His work has influenced countless artists across a wide range of musical genres.

Hank Williams’ songs were often melancholy, reflecting the sadness and despair he experienced throughout his short life. So it’s only appropriate to pick a lyric that embodies such emotions: I’m So Lonesome, I Could Cry.

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I’m so lonesome I could cry

I’ve never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep?
When leaves begin to die
Like me he’s lost the will to live
I’m so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome I could cry

Next week, I promise to pick something more contemporary, and a bit more uplifting.