Someone lent you a friendly ear, hearing.
I don't figure I'll deny I heard with his
Open mind to take it up.
Now that I don't tell you, who you are
Someone makes you sane in what you have.
    Could you know me to be your friend?

Someone met you out open freely
Still I won't try to get on with you, if you
Take me nodding to your words.
Now that I have told you to be my friend
Still then when I hold you we're different ends.
    Could you know me to make it bent?

Now don't come kneeling friend,
It's love I'm feeling, friend.
Now don't come kneeling friend,
It's love I'm feeling, friend.

Someone let you turn loosely on, speaking
I'm not bow-headed even not unwilling
To hand in the loving heart.
But believing all our words decease,
And at ease or completing my place.
    Could you know me to bid farewell?