Ballad Of The Sad Young Men

Ballad of the Sad Young Men - Roberta Flack

Lyrics by：Frances Deitsch/Thomas Wolf

Composed by：Frances Deitsch/Thomas Wolf

Sing a song of sad young men

Glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again

Kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men

Sitting in the bars

Drinking up the night

And missing all the stars

All the sad young men

Drifting through the town

Drinking up the night

Trying not to drown

All the sad young men

Singing in the cold

Trying to forget

That they're growing old

All the sad young men

Choking on their youth

Trying to be brave

Running from the truth

Autumn turns the leaves to gold

Slowly dies the heart

Sad young men are growing old

That's the cruellest part

All the sad young men

Seek a certain smile

Someone they can hold

For just a little while

Tired little girl

She does the best

She does the best that she can

Trying to be gay

For a sad young men

While a grimy moon

Watches up above

All the sad young men

They play at making love

At making love

Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light guide them home again

All the sad

Sad

Sad

Young men