truth is but a woman

truth is but a woman with flaxen hair

while blown by the wind cannot begin. lest the ravens utter in despair

for they cannot caress her flower

nor in the hour find hands of care

so 'round the maypole drift their wings

they cannot drink her beauty springs. truth is but a woman

with eyes of black

while seen through her tears can see no fears. lest they be seen from the other side

and i cannot behold her smile

but in my trial hope to abide

so 'round the maypole hover near

in someway her lover here

and truth is but a woman. truth is but a woman

adorned in white

a child in waiting like a mystic bride. without a husband standing by her side

and she cannot withhold her love. it's you and me she's thinking of

so 'round the maypole drift our wings

listen to the song she sings. oh

truth is but a woman

oh.