The Things We Dare Not Tell

The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there

But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear

Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well

But we break our hearts, oh, we break our hearts! for the things we must not tell

There's the old love wronged ere the new was won, there's the light of long ago

There's the cruel lie that we suffer for, and the public must not know

So we go through life with a ghastly mask, and we're doing fairly well

While they break our hearts, oh, they kill our hearts! do the things we must not tell

We see but pride in a selfish breast, while a heart is breaking there

Oh, the world would be such a kindly world if all men's hearts lay bare!