Some fool wrote a love song
And sang it from the hills
A tale of heartbreak and yearning
Of unmade promises and frigid wills
Gray skies and rainbows
A sea that stopped its churning
And it's true
No matter what the poet knows
Can't he bear
Her love isn't there?
Don't he know
Her garden won't grow?
Can't he see
Her heart isn't free?
But we all get
What the poet won't admit
He sees what he wants
Denies it at once
Excuses he gives
When the truth intrudes
On the lie that he lives
The man on the hilltop
With his head in the clouds
Believes that he has found her
And that her love abounds
He looks down at the Queen
And builds himself a life of dream
Where she shines her love upon him
Can't he bear
Her love isn't there?
Don't he know
Her garden won't grow?
Can't he see
Her heart isn't free?
But we all get
What the poet won't admit
He sees what he wants
Denies it at once
Excuses he gives
When the truth intrudes
On the lie that he lives
The poet on the mountain
Scribes his love upon the parchment
And of the letters that he has sent
None have come back again
Surely she will one day
Return his sweet love in kind
But the thought that she won't have him
Never occurs to his mind
So write and pine he continues
With no one to love him
But his solitary views
Can't he bear
Her love isn't there?
Don't he know
Her garden won't grow?
Can't he see
Her heart isn't free?
But we all get
What the poet won't admit
He sees what he wants
Denies it at once
Excuses he gives
When the truth intrudes
On the lie that he lives
We all know the poet
The man everyone laughs about in town
In the tavern after sunset
As the wench lays the whiskey down
The men all mock the fragile man
Who can't see how foolish
He looks to his own clan
The laughing gets louder
As the village all joins the fun
They see what the poet cannot see
He's an idiot
On that they all agree
Can't he bear
Her love isn't there?
Don't he know
Her garden won't grow?
Can't he see
Her heart isn't free?
But we all get
What the poet won't admit
He sees what he wants
Denies it at once
Excuses he gives
When the truth intrudes
On the lie that he lives
The poet stands on the mountainside
And stares hopefully into the sunrise
Towers bloom on the horizon
The poet can feel her eyes and
Thinks that today she will arrive
To let him love her and be her prince
But the hills stay always empty
As they have ever since
The day the poet realized
The Queen wasn't coming
But that his love would never stop
So the shamed and stricken poet
Threw himself from that mountaintop
Can't he bear
Her love isn't there?
Don't he know
Her garden won't grow?
Can't he see
Her heart isn't free?
But we all get
What the poet won't admit
He sees what he wants
Denies it at once
Excuses he gives
When the truth intrudes
On the lie that he lives