All To Myself Now

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 e′er 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 content just to be where you are Seems just like I have nothing to live for Except the trouble which my life is for I′m what they call, all to myself, alone