How much longer can I go on,
Without telling you?
How will I awake each morning,
Without telling you?
How can you avoid me,
For surely you must know,
But the way you dance, the way you smile
Tells me this cannot be so.
And now you sit across from me,
What am I to think?
That you wish to do me harm,
Or it's the Hill Folk that you seek.
And now, once more, you leave me,
And I feel great pain
For the fear, oh the fear!
That all my hope's in vain.
Once more you sit across from me,
But under different circumstances,
And you wish to know what happened
As we took our different stances
When I finish, I take off my right glove,
And at last, at long last!
I tell you of my love.