Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 9, 2017

The Lovesick Troubadour~by Neil Perry


 

 

The Lovesick Troubadour

I was walking in an illness like a man
That coughs and splutters everywhere he can,
Goes all about his business in a daze,
Looks back at love, and says it was a phase
That fools go through before they wake up ill,
And yet, I can’t help thinking of her still,

She was the girl I loved, and that was that,
I often thinking about her in my flat,
Or on the street, or on the radio
Before I take my handkerchief to blow;
The days go by, and everybody’s young,
This is the saddest song I’ve ever sung.

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