a Love of My Own - Carla Thomas

I look at the mountain, I look at the sun

I look at everything Mother Nature has done

Then I wanna know

Why can’t I find a love of my own

I look at the skyline, I look at the trees

I look at the moonlight, I feel the soft breeze

Then I wanna know

Why can’t I find a love of my own

Love, how I’ve waited for you

But it looks like you’ll never come

So I sit down, sit down and think this thing over

Is it something I’ve done?

I look at the flowers in fullest bloom

I should be happy but I’m filled with gloom

'Cause I wanna know

Why can’t I find a love of my own

'Cause I wanna know

Why can’t I find a love of my own