Twice

Cards (9)

  • I took my heart in my hand
    (O my love, O my love)
  • Yet a woman's words are weak;
    You should speak, not I.
  • With a friendly smile,
    With a critical eye you scann'd
  • As you set it down it broke-
    Broke, but I did not wince;
    I smiled at the speech you spoke
  • O my God, O my God
  • My hope was written on sand
  • Refine with fire its gold,
    Purge Thou its dross away
  • Whence none can pluck it out.
  • All that I have I bring,
    All that I am I give,
    Smile Thou and I shall sing,
    But shall not question much.