Secrets Of A Tall Silent Man
He's a tall silent man
One who tenderly holds my heart
He holds it right in the palm of his hand
And smiles to himself for the memories he keeps
The best of both worlds he locks in his soul.
No one can see these pictures unfold
Or sees the silent tears that fall
When memories invade his soul
All the longings of yesteryear
Are his and his alone and floods his soul
He's all tied up in ribbons and bows
When the secrets of his heart unfolds
And it's for sure that no one knows
For they are locked away where they won't grow old
In the secret corner of his heart to hold.