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letra de i'm so weary of it all - noël coward

(verse)
people that i sing to
bring a breath of spring to
envy me my g-y career

no one in the city
has much time for pity
n0body can be sincere

thousands cheer me and applaud me
everyone stares
if they’ve wounded me and bored me
n0body cares

women at the table
loosening their sables
look at me with cruel eyes
then a little something in me dies and cries

(chorus)
weary of it all
this getting and spending
this futile unending
refrain
it’s driving me insane
i’m so weary of it all

other voices call
the cattle at twilight
the birds in the skylight
of dawn
yet here am i forlorn
and so weary of it all

i miss the wild wood
i wandered through in childhood
with a heart as light as air
what would i give once again to be there
with my old, deaf mother

night begins to fall
by memory tortured
i dream of an orchard
in spring
the songs i used to sing
now i have to swing
i’m so weary of it all

(patter)
wake up in the morning
’round about noon
a little lunch on a tray
shopping without stopping
till my senses swoon
or else some dreary matinee
home at five
more dead than alive
another day nearly gone
c-cktails to mix
my face and hair to fix
the weary round goes on
eight or nine
i have to go and dine
with this or that rich man about town
caviar and grouse
in an overheated house
god, how it gets me down
home i go defeated and depressed again
only time for just one hour of rest again
bright lights
white lights
waiters leering
faces sneering
laughing, chaffing
shouting, cheering

(chorus)
weary of it all
this getting and spending
this futile unending
refrain
it’s driving me insane
i’m so weary of it all

other voices call
the cattle at twilight
the birds in the skylight
of dawn
yet here am i forlorn
and so weary of it all

i miss the wild wood
i wandered through in childhood
with a heart as light as air
what would i give once again to be there
with my old, deaf mother

night begins to fall
by memory tortured
i dream of an orchard
in spring
the songs i used to sing
now i have to swing
i’m so weary of it all

weary of it all
this giving and giving
this life that i’m living
in h-ll
with broken dreams to sell
just an empty sh-ll
weary, weary, weary of it all

- noel coward

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