If I came back just a cripple from the war   Would you hold me close just like you did before?   And what in the world would you do   If I could not make love to you      The question is not whether freedom we've got   Is worth the consequence of war   The question is just, can I hold you at dusk   Without you asking me for more      Post-war eunuch, a lover that is lame   Some famous hero and no one shares his name   Where in the world would I go   You're all that I love and all I know, oh      Question is plain could our love still remain   Without it's carnal ecstasy? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ya      Who in the world would I be   If I lose all of you and half of me, oh