On bed I've sickness
and here is mine,
so let it be known
Way up in the hill and high tide
and I can sure rely on you
And yet you start to recoil,
heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front
of a flying bullet for you
So what difference does it make?
So what difference does it make?
It makes none, but now you have come
And you must be looking
very old tonight
And I'm still fond of you
And I'm still fond of you
The devil will find work
for idle hands to do
So I stole, and I lied, and why?
Because you asked me to
But now you make me feel
so ashamed
Because I've only got to ask
Well, I'm still fond of you
So what difference does it make?
Oh, what difference does it make?
It makes none,
but now you have gone
And your prejudice won't
keep you old tonight
And I'm still fond of you
And I'm still fond of you
Oh, the devil will find work
for out of hands to do
Well, I stole and I lied
just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me,
you won't say me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you
But no more apologies
No more apologies
I'm so tired, I'm so very tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you
Oh, I'm so fond of you
But I'm so fond of you
Oh, I'm so fond of you
I'm going to put
Please see