Too many times, I thought, I thought, They thought that I was fine. Too many times, I thought, I thought, They thought the world was mine.

Too many times, I thought, I thought, They thought I could take more pain, Too many times, They sent it round, To bite at me again.

Too many songs I sang, I sang, When the heart within me was cold, Too many times, I fooled the world, That thought I could never grow old.

Too many times, I hid to cry, Too many lessons unlearned, Too many tears afloat in my hell. The brine and the fire, How they burn!

Too many times I smiled, I thought, When all of the lies were said, Too many pillows soaked in salt, Have lain beneath my head.

Too few the hours filled with love, Too few they ever shall be, Yet, I thought the gift of even one hour, Was a gift too fine for me.

One thing I had, a curse........ a boon? I think I may never know, I had a brave heart that dared to love, In spite of "I told you so's".

A woman's heart, I think, I think, Devalues it's own worth, By giving and giving and giving again, All the joys it's learned of the earth.

Some day I think, I think, I think, Some day I shall rise as a shade, And hasten before you to light the path, Lest a shadow should make you afraid.

Maybe once more, my hand shall reach out To touch your hand so warm, But you won't know it, you never quite grasped, The sight of my faithful form.

Too many many tears, I thought, I thought, Too cold the sheets of my bed, Too many nights alone, alone, Apart from the quick and the dead.