In Praise Of Cyrano Songtext / Lyric

He had a fault

This is most true

But others have faults greater still

A noble profile was his rue

But many have done greater ill

And yet he would not show

His love

Nor let her know

That she was dear

Though he was near

He dared not tell her so



Now why was he the only man

To see himself not worth his prize?

About myself they plot and plan

How to find favour in my eyes

But never do they guess

That I might think them less

Than one who chose

Due to his nose

To love

But not confess