Из альбома: Jazz in the Charts 075 (1943-1944)
No love, no nothin'
Until my baby comes home
No sir! No nothin'
As long as baby must roam
I promised him I’d wait for him
'Til even Hades froze
I’m lonesome, Heaven knows
But what I said still goes
No love, no nothin'
And that’s a promise I’ll keep
No fun with no one
I’m getting plenty of sleep
My heart’s on sterile
And tho' it’s like an empty honeycomb
No love, no sir! No nothin'
Till my baby comes home