Broken Hearted Blues Lyrics

Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by T.Rex, 1973

This is a song,
That I wrote when I was young
And I called it,
The broken hearted blues.

The air on that night,
Was tempered like a knife
And the people,
Wore the face-masks of a clown.

Dawn he was long,
Misshapen and forlorn
And his woman,
Ran away without a smile.

Days of the earth,
Are unbroken changeless turf,
But the faces,
Of the men are something else.

Chasing wind as a boy,
Was a spacious sexual toy,
But baby,
Now he's a toothless baggy man.

When the hills of the sun,
Make you feel that you are young.
Get good now
And face your face to the wind.

And this is a song,
That I wrote when I was young.
And I called it,
The broken hearted blues.