Pack up Your Sorrows

No use crying, talking to a stranger

Naming the sorrow you've seen

Too many bad times, too many sad 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

Give them all to me

No use rambling, walkin’ in the shadows

Trailing a wandering star

No one beside you, no one to guide you

Nobody knows who you are

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

Give them all to me

No use roaming, going by the roadside

Seeking a satisfied mind

Too many highways, too many byways

And nobody's walking behind

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

Give them all to me.

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

Give them all to me.

by Pauline Marden Bryan and Richard Farina