our world and word are both of them quite blue
you are the one who wants a measured eye
our better choice is to make all things true
you mask the old inside the happy new
the dancing water under the bright sky
our world and word are both of them quite blue
sheepish and quiet waiting for a clue
your motive turns out not to be so high
out better choice is to make all things true
given the option you must pay your due
but not be willing to let one slip by
our world and word are both of them quite blue
out feet have worn out even that hard shoe
but you would have us some such matter try
our better choice is to make all things true
you take your place in the slow daily queue
bear patiently the weight of every lie
our world and word are both of them quite blue
our better choice is to make all things true