Now woman, don't you feel sad when you
See your life go round
And you realise that you've been drinking
All of your years like wine?
You're gambling with time and you
Know you just can't win
But still you feel that somehow you've
Just got to keep on trying
And woman, it's your heart, I hear crying

Now the young man by your
Side is your husband, or so you say
In reality, he's a link with a past
You just can't replace
You tell the world you're happy when
You're lying in his arms
Oh but his youth has made you
Hate to see his face
And woman, it's your heart, I see crying
Now you're standing like some tree oh
And the blossom has blown away
And the last leaf has gone crumbling
Tumbling towards the ground
You have nothing to teach me
Just have nothing at all to say
Except to keep on telling me about all the
Happiness that you do think you have found
And woman, it's your heart, I hear crying

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Writer(s): JOHN MARTYN