Ballad Of The Sad Young Men - Shirley Bassey

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 lights

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 a little while

Tired little girl

Does the best she can

Trying to be gay

For a sad young man

While the grimy moon

Watches from above

All the sad young men

Play at making love

Misbegotten moon

Shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light

Guide them home tonight

All the sad young men