Lyrics:

Scott-Yeats

How can I, that girl standing there, my attention fix
On Roman or on Russian or on Spanish politics ?
Yet here's a travelled man who knows what he talks about
And there's a politician that has read and thought.

And maybe what they say is true of war and war's alarms
But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms.

How can I, that girl standing there, my attention fix
On Roman or on Russian or on Spanish politics ?
Yet here's a travelled man who knows what he talks about
And there's a politician that has read and thought.

And maybe what they say is true of war and war's alarms
But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms.

And maybe what they say is true of war and war's alarms
But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms
But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms
But oh that I were young again and held her in my arms.