The fire of love Has burned me through No vow ever made Yet I wasn't given to Now the boys are feeding On every gift she brings And I'm left alone to tremble Like an adolescent king Perfect hands Claim what they will Know how to hold a heart Not being still And I've tried to settle in Love her as she goes But there's really nothing gentle In the touch of one who knows Fare thee well True love of mine May all your sweeter fruit Cling forever to the vine The road is hard to follow And I'm drifting too But if you ever find the middle I'll be waiting when you do