If it's true what they say, if my love is gone for good You can take this heart away, you can take this flesh and blood Take my mouth that kissed her mouth, take my tongue that sung a praise. Take my arms that used to reach out, in the dark where she lay If it's true what they say, I'll be on my way If it's true what they say, if there's nothing to be done If there's no part to be played, if there's no song to be sung Take this voice, take these hands. I can't use them anyway Take this music and the memory of the muse from which it came If it's true what they say, I'll be on my way We can all be on our way, if it's true what they say But the ones who tell the lies, are the solemnest to swear And the ones who load the dice, always say the toss is fair The ones who deal the cards, are the ones who take the tricks With their hands over their hearts, while we play the game they fix And the ones who speak the words, always say it is the last And no answer will be heard, to the question no one asks So I ask you as a brother, I ask you as a friend I ask you as a lover, and I ask you once again Is it true what they say?