There is a time for truth, my lad—
But not when you are young,
And life i either good or bad,
And love’s a song half sung.
The day your lips forget to lie
Shall be the day we part,
For I’ll be knowing then, not I
But reason fills your heart.
There is a time for truth, my lad;
But that’s when you are old,
And life is neither good nor bad,
And love’s a tale long told.