When a man smiles,
but she shows no sign...
he goes on,
he goes on his way.

Hides it from friends,
but to himself he pretends,
that pride-
is a thing that can mend.

When a man
loves a woman...

Bells may toll,
they may ring-
but from the heart
one hears
not a thing.

As the seasons go by,
and the leaves start to dry,
man turns inward
and bids love goodbye.

But he smiles that half-smile,
with a hope
it can no longer bring.

But hope's not a thing,
not a wish,
not a ring...

and hope springs eternal
they say.

So hope turns his head,
as she turned her tread-
now they both live
for the future...

instead.