Here I stand head in hand,
turn my face to the wall.
If she's gone I can't go on,
feeling two-foot small.

Everywhere people stare,
each and every day.
I can see 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 could 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.

Vocal: John

Notes: John supposedly wrote for Brian Epstein, the Beatles' manager who
was in love with John.

© Northern Songs, 1965

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