Текст песни Young Man - Mike Ross

There ain't nothin so fragile as a young man
He's full of fire as his youth demands
Well right or wrong he burns so bright
Until at last he is set alight
Ain't nothin so fragile as a young man
Ain't nothin so fragile as a young man

There ain't nothing so strange as a righteous man
All sour with vigour and stained by bile
He's been twisted by veracity and it's
Insulting in its bigotry
There ain't nothing so strange as a righteous man
Ain't nothin so fragile as a young man

A man who never was much one, for spirits or company
That kind of man don't talk too much or ask for sympathy
He's like to climb upon his ride and bid a slow retreat
That kind of man he fascinates cos he's not a bit like me

Well there ain't nothin so final as a dead man
Turned to dust and they laid him down
All his songs are sung and his prayers said but
It weren't enough to keep him from his grave
There ain't nothin so final as a dead man
Ain't nothin so fragile as a young man