Every Man’s Heart

I'll tell you an old tale I learned to rhyme
There are four women in every man's heart
Through the ages of love they pass one at a time
To hold you together or tear you apart

As you carelessly gather the wildflowers of youth
The Maid in the Meadow will run by your side
She will tell you of tenderness, courage and truth
Her innocence blooms, the flowers have diеd

Well, it's only an old tale I learnеd to rhyme
There are four women in every man's heart
Through the ages of love they pass one at a time
To hold you together or tear you apart

When the cold cloak of loneliness blankets your soul
The Demon Lover will burn at your breast
Her passion's the furnace, your body's the coal
Love is the steel to be tempered and pressed

Well, it's only an old tale I learned to rhyme
There are four women in every man's heart
Through the ages of love they pass one at a time
To hold you together or tear you apart

When you're lost and you're tossed on the ocean of life
The Stouthearted Woman will give you her hand
She is more than a lover, she's more than a wife
A beckoning beacon to guide you to land

Ah, it's only an old tale I learned to rhyme
There are four women in every man's heart
Through the ages of love they pass one at a time
To hold you together or tear you apart

When you rake through the embers of love you will find
The Tall, Quiet Woman who shines through your eyes
Into the shadows that burden your mind
Peace and contentment are the wanderer's cries

It's only an old tale I learned to rhyme
There are four women in every man's heart
But where will the place be and when is the time
To bring you together or keep you apart