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