If I came back just a cripple from the war
Would you hold me close just like you did before?
And what in the world would you do
If I could not make love to you The question is not whether freedom we've got
Is worth the consequence of war
The question is just, can I hold you at dusk
Without you asking me for more Post-war eunuch, a lover that is lame
Some famous hero and no one shares his name
Where in the world would I go
You're all that I love and all I know, oh Question is plain could our love still remain
Without it's carnal ecstasy? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ya Who in the world would I be
If I lose all of you and half of me, oh
