[00:01]This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
[00:08]And I call it, the broken hearted blues
[00:17]The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
[00:25]And the people wore the face masks of a clown
[00:34]Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
[00:42]And his woman ran away without a smile
[00:50]Days of the earth, are unbroken changeless turf
[00:58]But the faces of the men are something else
[01:07]In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious ***ual toy
[01:15]But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
[01:23]When the hills of the sun, make you feel that you are young
[01:31]Get good now, and face your face into the wind
[01:40]This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
[01:48]And I called it the broken hearted blues