Harold Macdonald's Muse


 

Apologies to Leonard Cohen

 

Harold Macdonald

(Sung in tones of gravel).

 

I donít know when I finally learned the truth

decades passed I sang fictitious songs 

I was  alumnus of the school of wrongs

and couldnít get it right, right  from my youth

 

No one knows you better than yourself

no one knows your hopes  unless you tell

no power in heaven or in the depths of hell

can say you should be rotting on the shelf

 

Only you can know for sure your  worth

how true your love, how strongly you desire

or hot within yourself the raging  fire

and how your dreams can struggle to give birth