Pack Up Your Sorrows
No use crying, talking to a stranger Naming the
sorrows you've seen Too many sad times, too many
bad times Nobody knows what you mean.
But if somehow you could pack up your
sorrows And give them all to me You
would lose them, I know how to use
them So give them all to me.
No use rambling, walking in the shadows Trailing
a wandering star. No one beside you, no one to
guide you And nobody knows where you are.
No use gambling, running in the darkness Looking
for a spirit that's free. Too many wrong times,
too many long times Nobody knows what you see.
No use roaming, lying by the roadside Seeking a
satisfied mind. Too many highways, too many
byways And nobody's walking behind.