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 Warm and tender for some, but not for me. Prayers are being said, but not for me Poems are being read, but not for me I've never known love, or been shown love you see, And maybe there is such a thing, but not for me, never for me.