The skies don't seem as blue these days,
The sun don't shine so bright,
My waist ain't quite as slim these days
And I seldom sleep at night.
My hair ain't quite as thick these days
And me lungs are full of tar,
I'm drinking far too much these days
'Cos I'm always in the bar.
The birds don't sing as loud these days
Nor do they cheer my gloom,
The fields don't smell as sweet these days
Nor the fairest flower in bloom.
My heart lies in despair these days
And it knows not what to do,
'Cos it's broken down with pain these days
For it knows that I've lost you.