| How was I supposed to know? | |
| You didn't tell me they were gold | |
| I didn't smell the coming snow | |
| And now they're ruined by the cold | |
| How was I supposed to share? | |
| You didn't tell me they were fair | |
| I didn't see them going spare | |
| And now they're buried over there | |
| How was I supposed to see? | |
| You didn't tell me they were free | |
| I didn't hear the falling leaves | |
| And now they're rotting underneath | |
| How was I to have a clue? | |
| You didn't tell me they were new, no | |
| I didn't kneel upon the pew | |
| And now it's hard to tell the truth |