Oh, she danced in the street
With her guns all around her
All torn like a ragdoll, barefoot in the rain
And she sang like a child to
her day -to -day daddy
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
Oh, she sat by the banks
of the dirty grey river
And tried for a fish with a worm on a pin
But there was nothing but fever
and ghosts in the water
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
War was my love and my
friend and companion
What did I care for the pretty and the plain?
But a smile was so clear and
my heart was so troubled
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
In a cold, -out house I sat at her table
The smell of her hair was like cornfields in
May
And I wanted to weep,
and my eyes ached from trying
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
So graceful she moved through
the dusk and the morn
Happy she was in her dances and games
Oh, teach me to see with your
innocent eyes, love
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
You