PACK UP YOUR SORROWS



No use crying, talkin to a stranger

Naming the sorrow 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 loose them, I know how to use them

Give them all to me



No use rambling, walking in the shadows

Trailing a wandering star

No one beside you, no one to hide you

And nobody knows who you are



No use gambling, running in the darkness

Looking for a spirit that's free

Too many long times, too many wrong times

And 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



@travel

recorded by Judy Collins (Fifth) and Farina (2fer)

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