Oh, how love can stray.
It is all i have to say,
as the sunlight grows faint,
all i have to do wait.

He used to be like the green trees,
and the blooming flowers,
and he used to whisper like wind for hours.
The song of his voice,
like the bird's hum.
But for his truth do I long.
In my mind I see no wrong.

He speaks of lies,
and he acts of truths.
And now I need the proof,
is this lies or truth.

Is it love or infatuation?
How shall I know?
Is he just eager,
or is his love just meagre?

But, he speaks in song,
for his true heart I long.
I wish for a love that's true,
not to have these doubts so blue.

He speaks of lies,
and he acts of truths.
And now I need the proof,
is this lies or truth.

Is his love the shine in his eye,
or the way he speaks to me sweet as pie.
If he could share the way a child does,
Could our love soar like the dove?

He speaks of lies,
and he acts of truths.
And now I need the proof,
is this lies or truth.

He speaks of lies,
and he acts of truths.
And now I need the proof,
is this lies or truth.

Is this true or false?
I do not know,
but it isn't wrapped in a pretty bow.