(by The Beatles)

Here I stand head in hand,

turn my face to the wall.
If she's gone I can't go on,
feelin' 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