| Originally Posted by Anders K. /img/forum/go_quote.gif SEASONS IN THE SUN Sung by: Terry Jacks Written by Rod Mckuen and Jacques Brel |
| Originally Posted by DNA Doc /img/forum/go_quote.gif There have been many excellent sad songs listed here. Here are a few more that spring to mind: How Can I Ever Be Simple Again? ~ Richard Thompson Oh she danced in the street with the guns all around her All torn like a rag doll, barefoot in the rain And she sang like a child, toora-day toora-daddy Oh how will I ever be simple again She sat by the banks of the dirty grey river And tried for a fish with a worm on a pin There was nothing but fever and ghosts in the water Oh how will I ever be simple again War was my love and my friend and companion And what did I care for the pretty and plain But her smile was so clear and my heart was so troubled Oh how will I ever be simple again In her poor burned-out house I sat at her table The smell of her hair was like cornfields in May And I wanted to weep and my eyes ached from trying Oh how will I ever be simple again So graceful she moved through the dust and the ruin And happy she was in her dances and games Oh teach me to see with your innocent eyes, love Oh how will I ever be simple again Oh how will I ever be simple again ************************* The Last Thing on My Mind ~Tom Paxton It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand. Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for going This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growing Please don't go, please don't go. Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. As I lie in my bed every morning Without you, without you Each song in my breast dies a-borning Without you, without you Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. ********************************** The Streets of London ~ Ralph McTell Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride And held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags. In the all night cafe At a quarter past eleven, Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup, Each tea last an hour Then he wanders home alone And have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with The medal ribbons that he wears? In our winter city, The rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world that doesn't care |
| I want, to bring you, all that is in my heart. I want to give you, my everything. But I've failed you. I've failed you so many times. How can I stand here? How can I stand here before you? When I begin to steal what only belongs to you I am able to bring You nothing that isn't already Yours I am so ashamed of what I ever called my own Take what I have, take these broken remains What can I give to You that You don't already deserve You laid down Your life when I refused to give mine |
