Pack up Your Sorrows - Peter, Paul and Mary

Well, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows

And give them all to me

You would lose them, I know how to use them

Give them all to me

No use cryin', talking to a stranger

Namin' the sorrows you’ve seen;

Oh, 'cause there are too many bad times

Too many sad times

Nobody knows what you mean

No use ramblin' walkin' in the shadows

Trailin' a wanderin' star

No one beside you, no one to hide you

An' nobody knows where you are

No use roamin', walking by the roadside

Seekin' a satisfied mind

Ah, 'cause there are too many highways

Too many byways

Nobody’s walkin' behind

You would lose them, I know how to use them

Give them all to me