Without a father, without a mother Without a sister or a brother I'm what they call all to myself alone
Don't have a dollar, not 'ere a penny Don't even have a portrait of Jenny I'm what they call all to myself alone
Some folk have the moon, others may have the stars I would be comtent just to be where you are Seems like I have nothing to live for Except the troubles which my life this far I'm what they call all to myself alone
