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.
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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