Carnal Question

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