This is a song that I’ve been listening to as I rock Gracie (the 9 mo. old baby girl that I am “nanny” to) to sleep.  Every time I hear it it means something to me, which is odd because I don’t have a “baby” that has gone away and is expected back…I just have a “baby” that is expected…..for whenever God chooses to put him in my path.  It’s actually made me want to write a short story/children’s book which, if I ever get it out, I will post.  So anyways, here’s the song, sung to me by the 50’s standard, Rosemary Clooney:

No Love, No Nothin’

I’m just about as solitary as anyone could ever be
Of course my life is not so merry
But that’s alright with me
No love, no nothin’ until my baby comes home
No sir, no nothin’ as long as baby must go
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 gettin’ plenty of sleep
My heart’s on strike and though it’s like an empty honey comb
No love, no sir, no nothin’ ’til my baby comes home

No love, no nothin’ and that’s a promise I’ll keep
No fun with no one, I’m gettin’ plenty of sleep
My heart’s on strike and though it’s like an empty honey comb
No love, no sir, no nothin’ ’til my baby comes home
No love, no sir, no nothin’ ’til my baby comes home