Harry Roy & His Orchestra
Lonely Feet
Lonely feet, while others are gliding by
Here are my lonely feet waiting to dance

Lonely arms, all eager to hold a waist
Well-embraced, lonely arms wait for a dance

If any girl would be willing to follow me
Wouldn’t I lead her, wouldn’t I think her simply divine

Oh, to meet the thrill of a joy that’s new
Feeling two other feet stepping with mine