(Gibb/ Gibb/ Gibb)
Ten little indians standing around
I bet there are many so how would I know
As she was only one woman
And I've got a picture
Of the woman I love
Who sees my lonely face who sees my shame
Nobody in the place can tell me her name
Cause she was only one woman
And I've got a picture
Of the woman I love
Ten little indians now there are none
I bet there are many and her love still goes on
Cause she was only one woman