Truth is but a woman with flaxen hair
While blown by the wind cannot begin
Lest the ravens utter in despair
For they cannot caress her flower
Nor in the hour find hands of care

So 'round the maypole drift their wings
They cannot drink her beauty springs

Truth is but a woman with eyes of black
While seen through, her tears can see no fears
Lest they be seen from the other side
And I cannot behold her smile
But in my trial hope to abide

So 'round the maypole hover near
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
It's you and me she's thinking of

So 'round the maypole drift our wings
Listen to the song she sings
Oh, truth is but a woman, oh