THE BOY WITH THE THORN IN HIS SIDE

The boy with the thorn in his side

Behind the hatred there lies

A murderous desire for love

How can they look into my eyes

And still they don't believe me ?

How can they hear me say those words

Still they don't believe me ?

And if they don't believe me now

Will they ever believe me ?

And if they don't believe me now

Will they ever, they ever, believe me ? Oh ...

The boy with the thorn in his side

Behind the hatred there lies

A plundering desire for love

How can they see the

Love in our eyes

And still they don't believe us ?

And after all this time

They don't want to believe us And if they don't believe us now

Will they ever believe us ?

And when you want to Live

How do you start ?

Where do you go ?

Who do you need to know ?

Oh ... Oh no ... Oh ... La ...

Photographie de Cecil Beaton en 1942 pour la couverture du disque.

Photo reprise par les Editions Penguin.

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