Next Sunday, Darling, Is My Birthday - Hank Williams

Next Sunday, darling is my birthday

A day that should be free from care

Best wishes and congratulations

But only sorrow fills the air

While friends are singing happy birthday

There’ll be smile upon my face

But when they’re gone, the smile will vanish

A broken heart will take it’s place

Another year has come and gone now

The plans I made have gone a stray

The day that should be filled with laughter

Will only be another day

The little house we planned together

Is empty now without you dear

But in my dreams you’re there beside me

So let me dream that you are here