The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men Lyrics

Shirley Bassey The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men

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 
Knowing neon nights, 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 cruelest part 

All the sad young men, seek a certain smile 
Someone they can hold, for just a little while 

Tired little girl, does the best she can 
Trying to be gay, for a sad young men 

While a grimy moon, watches from above 
All the sad young men, who play 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 
(transcribed by Roman )