By nature you are quiet Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor And if I want to hear you talk I, See you when you're under your favourite spell And I always thought that there were Tears in your cup But years went by and I never heard you cry It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own Drinking wine And I can't turn the volume down Now it's anything and more for your love And why would I deny you the fun? Expelled the Marxist ghost The cynical consumerist remains I suppose I want to be depressed when I See you when you're under your favourite spell And I always thought that there were Tears in your cup But years went by and I never saw you cry It's you, Ten Years After and a Bottle of scotch In your tobacco jacket out in the cold You raise your glass and indulge in Love like a man I let it go And why would I deny you the fun? Why would I deny you the fun? It's you and the Stones now sharing Some alcohol You'll have whatever Keith has And I always thought that there were Tears in your cup You're Under a blanket, out in the cold Sing along will you, this will be the last time I let it go, why deny you the fun? I let it go, why deny you the fun?