P. J. Proby So I do

Come break of dawn my life goes on, again I'm pining
I start my chores and then I hear old shep a-whinin'
But every now and then his ears pick up and listen
He knows you're missin' and so do I
And so do

Mm once again that long walk to the mailbox I'm sighin'
I pass the weeping willows hanging bowed and cryin'
I hear the 4.19 a-roarin' and a-whistlin'
She knows you're missin' and so do I
And so do I

Mm mm our neighbours pass me by they know that I am lonely
They hang their heads and sigh, "Where's his one and only?"
And when the raindrops kiss the roses they don't glisten
They know you're missin' and so do I
And so do I