I know my heart was unsure then
I know my heart was weak
It has been a hundred autumns now
A hundred odd defeats
But you loved me with your secret love
Till the thorns they bled your feet
It has been a hundred autumns now
A hundred odd defeats
Breaking sounds are muffled in
The winter of the town
The price is paid in skin and blood
The price goes up and down
Life is lived in colour
And greys of black and white
Life is lived in lonesome days
And quiet, lonesome nights
It matters not how we shall meet
In story or in song
The world it sings, the world it stings
The righteous and the wrong
But you loved me with your secret love
Till the thorns they bled you feet
It has been a hundred autumns now
A hundred odd defeats
I know my heart was unsure then
I know my heart was weak
It has been a hundred autumns now
A hundred odd defeats
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