Chicago, Richmond, Philly, Atlanta – Sing A Song For Sad Young Men

Based on “Ballad for Sad Young Men”, by Roberta Flack.

Rising with the dawning sun
Never seeing the receding light
I sing a song for sad young men
Crying dry tears of wine and rye
Lost in their youthful years

I sing a song for sad young men
With mothers crying rootless tears
Crying out a song for sad young men
Sagging in their youth, bending under their aimless ways

And mothers aching for lost sons
Feeling the hurt below their feet
With open graves waiting for the young
I sing a song for sad young men

And overgrown plots in the drenching rain
I cry a song for sad young men
[[[ cry a lonesome song for sad young men
Drowning in wanton pain
Spinning on a path without claim
Lost in their youth and twisting winds
I cry a song for sad young men
I sing the song of sad young men
Buried in their youth and rootless ways

I write a song for sad young men and tears we cry
and tears we cry
and tears we cry
Lost before the beginning of their years
with rootless ways
I cry a son for sad young men, growing in the ground

I sing a song for sad young men
Dining on life sons of fatherless sons
Wrecking your life
I sing a song of sad young men drenching in life
And receding tides

I sing a song sad young men
And all their life seeping into the ground
And draining life
And dry tears and

JB

But I Digress…

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