Ruth Etting - Body and Soul (1930)

I'm lost in the dark, 

Where is the spark For my love? 

I'm lost in the night, 

Holding the light Of my love. 

The heavens opened and closed, 

As well I might have supposed, 

And I am left in dis abandon, 

So far removed from all that I had planned on. 

 My days have grown so lonely, 

For I have lost my one and only; 

My pride has been humbled, 

But I am his, body and soul. 

 I was a mere sensation, 

 My house of cards had no foundation, 

Although it has tumbled, I still am his, body and soul. 

What lies before me? 

The future is stormy, 

A winter that's gray and old; 

Unless there's magic 

The end will be tragic, 

And echo the tale that's been told so often. 

My life revolves about him, 

What earthly good am I without him? 

My castles have crumbled, 

 But I am his, body and soul. 

What lies before me? 

The future is stormy, 

A winter that's gray and old; 

Unless there's magic 

The end will be tragic, 

And echo the tale that's been told so often. 

 My life revolves about him, 

What earthly good am I without him? 

 My castles have crumbled, 

But I am his, body and soul.