When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free
When things go wrong with each day
You fix your mind to escape your miseryYour troubled young life
Had made you turn
To the needle of deathHow strange your happy words
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you once walked amongYour troubled young life
Had made you turn
To the needle of deathOne grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
In peace your mind withdraws
Your death so near your soul can't feel no painAnd your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To the needle of deathYour mother stands a'cryin'
While to the earth your body's slowly cast
Your father stands in silence
Caressing every young dream of the pastAnd your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To the needle of deathThrough ages, man's desires
To free his mind, to release his very soul
Has proved to all who live
That death itself is freedom for evermoreAnd your troubled young life
Might make you turn
To the needle of death
Songwriters
BERT JANSCHPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group