HOW WILL I EVER BE SIMPLE AGAIN
(Thompson)

She danced through the streets with the guns all around her,
all torn like a rag doll, barefoot in the rain.
And she sang like a child, "Too-ra-loo, too-ra-laddy!"
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
And she sat by the banks of the dirty, grey river
And tried for a fish with a worm on a pin.
There was nothing but fever and ghosts in the water,
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

War was my lover, my friend and companion,
And what did I care for the pretty and plain?
But her smile was so clear and my heart was so troubled,
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

In her poor burned-out house, I sat down at the table.
The smell of her hair was like cornfields in May.
And I wanted to weep but my eyes ached from crying,
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

So graceful she moved through the dust and the ruins,
And 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?