Richard Thompson - How Will I Ever Be Simple Again Lyrics
Oh she danced in the street with the guns all around herAll torn like a rag doll, barefoot in the rainAnd she sang like a child, toora-day toora-daddyOh how will I ever be simple againShe sat by the banks of the dirty grey riverAnd tried for a fish with a worm on a pinThere was nothing but fever and ghosts in the waterOh how will I ever be simple againWar was my love and my friend and companionAnd what did I care for the pretty and plainBut her smile was so clear and my heart was so troubledOh how will I ever be simple againIn her poor burned-out house I sat at her tableThe smell of her hair was like cornfields in MayAnd I wanted to weep and my eyes ached from tryingOh how will I ever be simple againSo graceful she moved through the dust and the ruinAnd happy she was in her dances and gamesOh teach me to see with your innocent eyes, loveOh how will I ever be simple againOh how will I ever be simple again