Were It Not For Love,

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.

Seizing The Swift Logic Of A Woman, Curse God And Die.

For When A Woman Is Left Too Much Alone, Sooner Or Later She Begins To Think; And No Man Knows What Then She May Discover.

Ah, When Shall Come Love's Courage To Be Strong! Tell Me, O Lord--tell Me, O Lord, How Long Are We To Keep Christ Writhing On The Cross!