
When I think of sad songs, I always think of Don McLean's Vincent (Starry Starry Night). I loved that song in high school. I loved the whole album, but whenever I heard Vincent it would always bring tears to my eyes. Van Gogh was my favorite artist. His work was so amazing and his life and death so tragic. Getting misty-eyed over it seems a little dramatic, but it is a great song.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.

Today I was listening to Iron & Wine and got a little choked up listening to Upward Over The Mountain. It is a beautiful, sad song. He tells his mother not to worry, but his reassurances just underscore his flight.
Upward Over The Mountain
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry
Blood on the floor and the fleas in their paws
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain