The Man Who Walk With Sorrow

There was a man who walked with Sorrow
As though Sorrow were his love,
And he seemed to court her gently;
He was very well-behaved.
So, Sorrow came to live with him

Sorrow so deep I could not sleep
Thinking this must all end tomorrow
If your looking for another that understands your sorrow
Drop him A line and he will fallow
In the twilight of his youth;
In the evenings she would hold him
Till he could not breathe.

'Sorrow, Sorrow, ' said he,
'This love is worst than life.'