Bound by love and honor, I’d have stayed with you.
You overstate the role I played with you.
I have not known such purpose, ah, since I
endured the hardships of that daring raid with you.
Softly. No one here has yet been told
that long ago I was a renegade with you.
My children and their children shall recount
how I survived that furious fusillade with you.
Could I have known you’d cling so to those days
when in our youth I shared that escapade with you?
I saved your life, as surely you saved mine
that day I stormed the barricade with you.
I struggle still to understand how I
was drawn into that ill-conceived crusade with you.
No day shall pass when I shall not relive
those dark days when I fought on undismayed with you.
If once we proudly shared a uniform,
I have no thought of going on parade with you.
No sorrow I should find in my old age
will cause me to regret I ever strayed with you.
Sweet Eric, you turn sour on the tongue.
Let me forget that old mistake I made with you.