Pack Up Your Sorrows
Words & Music:
Richard Fari–a & Pauline Marden
No use crying, talking to a stranger,
Naming the sorrows you've seen.
Too many sad times, too many bad times,
C G C
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,
C G C
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.