Here I stand with head in hand,
turn my face to the wall.
If she's gone I can't go on
feeling two foot small.
Ev'ry where people stare
Each and ev'ry day.
I can hear them laugh at me
and I hear them say:
"Hey, you've got to hide your love away,
Hey you've got to hide your love away."
How can I even try?
I can never win.
Hearing them, seeing them
in the state I'm in.
How could she say to me,
"Love will find a way"?
Gather 'round, all you clowns,
let me hear you say:
"Hey, you've got to hide your love away,
Hey you've got to hide your love away."