How Will I Ever Be Simple Again (#1)

Oh, she danced in the street
 With the guns all around her
 All torn like a rag doll
 Barefoot in the rain
 And she sang like a child
 Toora-day toora-daddy
 Oh, 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
 Oh, 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
 But her smile was so clear
 And my heart was so troubled
 Oh, how will I ever be simple again
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 In her cold burned out house
 We 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 dust and the ruin
 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
 Oh, how will I ever be simple again