I had no words of love When all my dead were living. No tender words I gave To warm a trying day. Actions are all I offered In the proving of my love But deeds don''t still the hunger In the human heart. Words are the elixir That gratifies the soul. How I rue my silence When all my dead were living. When all the words I should have said Came rushing to my lips There was no one to hear For all the ones Who would have cared Were resting in their graves.