Words and music by Christopher Cross



Poor Shirley

She must hide her tears

For nobody wants to see them

Surely it will break her heart

Time passes as she waits for a friend



We'll take all the doubtful ones in the fight

And make them hold off 'til the spring

Take hold of their hallowed souls

And save them from pain

All of the pain

Save ourselves from all of the pain



Dearly held are the friends

Left in the years and lost in the war

Dearly held are the loves

Save for the ones you lose on your own



Stars will light up the lonely nights

Harbor lights

Making us believe in the love

So struck by the hope of the harmony

Leaving the sorrow

Gently



Poor Shirley

She must hide her tears

For nobody wants to see them

Surely she will win a heart

Time passes as she waits for the wind