Ballads are being sung but not for me.
Church bells are being rung but not for me.
I am without love, but I don't doubt love,
can be-ee warm and tender for some but
not for me.
#2.
Poems are being read but not for me.
Prayers are being said but not for me.
I've never known love or been shown love,
you see ee ee.
And maybe there is such a thing but not
for me.
#3.
So, let all of your singers sing, but not
for me.
And let all of your church bells ring, but
not for me.
And if tomorrow, all your sorrows should be ee ee,
just like mine, then you cry, but not for me.
No, not me ee ee, never for me ee ee.