Ballads are being sung
But not for me
Church bells are being rung
But not for me
I am without love
But I don’t doubt love can be
Woman and tender for some
But not for me
Woman are being read
But not for me

And maybe there is such a thing
But nor for me
But I don’t doubt love can be
Woman and tender for some
But not for me

So let all of your singers sing
But not for me
And let all of your church bells ring
But not for me
And if tomorrow
All your sorrows should be
Woman and tender for some
But not for me
No, not for me
Never for me