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[tarablackwood22]

Richard Thompson

How Will I Ever Be Simple Again?


She danced in the street
with the guns all around her,
all torn like a rag doll,
barefoot in the rain.
She sang like a child--
toora-day, toora-daddy.
How will I ever be simple again?

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.
How will I ever be simple again?

War was my love
and my friend and companion,
and what did I care for?
The pretty and plain.
Her smile was so clear
and my heart was so troubled.
How will I ever be simple again?

In her poor burned-out house
I sat at her table.
The smell of her hair
was like cornfields in May.
I wanted to weep,
my eyes ached from trying.
How will I ever be simple again?

So graceful she moved
through the dust and the ruin.
Happy she was
in her dances and games.
Teach me to see
with your innocent eyes, love.
How will I ever be simple again?

 

[tarablackwood22]

mistake

This belongs in the 'poetry and lyrics thread'!!

Button problems

 

[WickedEve]

Re: mistake

This belongs in the 'poetry and lyrics thread'!!

Button problems

That's the problem with having new thread and post reply side by side.