And the rabbit is running within me. Truth is but a woman with flaxen hair, While blown by the wind cannot begin. They cannot drink her beauty springs. Truth is but a woman, with eyes of black, While seen through her tears can see no fears. In someway her lover here, and truth is but a woman.
Truth is but a woman, adorned in white A child in waiting like a mystic bride.
Without a husband standing by her side, and she cannot withhold her love. Outside it looks like vengeance, outside it looks like fire. But inside it is mercy and inside it is love, love. Outside it is raining, outside it is cold. But inside love's explaining something to your soul.