Lyrics
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
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