Save Your Pretty Music

Save your pretty music for tomorrow.

If I heard a happy song, I think I'd die.

Have you got a friendly shoulder I can borrow.

Won't you ask me for a smile, so I could try.

So frightened when the days begin,

So empty when they go.

If I could start my life again,

It would seem so precious then, I know.

Save your pretty music for tomorrow.

If I heard a happy song, I think I'd die.

Have you got a friendly shoulder I can borrow.

Won't you ask me for a smile, so I could try.

Our lives have grown so pale and faint

In neat and tidy rows.

I wish I were a bygone saint

Come back to tell my tale in paint and prose.

Save your pretty music for tomorrow.

If I heard a happy song, I think I'd die.

Have you got a friendly shoulder I can borrow.

Won't you ask me for a smile, so I could try.