How long shall I hide
The ailments of my heart
Or chase time and tide
With wounds that hurt
...
I didn't want to say bye
Nor let go of you
But I shouldn't lie
For you have been true
...
This nation has a fever
It is coughing
And has a running nose
Yet there is no one to treat them
...
Truth Be Told
How long shall I hide
The ailments of my heart
Or chase time and tide
With wounds that hurt
Truth now be told
That the crush broke me
Am now grown and old
And memories haunt me
If passion so pays
Then better be alone
For few remain my days
After which I'll be gone
Truth be told
That the flower is taken
And the vase sold
All is forgotten.