No use crying, talking to a stranger. Naming the sorrows you've seen. Too many sad times, too many bad times. And nobody knows what you mean. . Ah, but if somehow you could pack up your sorrows.
Well, 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. . If somehow.
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. . Chorus:. But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows.