Now I remember the promise I gave you. The night I shipped out as a peace volunteer. As we sat holding hands in the Lamb and Flag tavern. I swore I’d be back for you same time next year. But I killed a man in a Brazzaville street fight. I tried to hold back but he taunted me so. 5 years till they freed me from that Brazzaville prison. Out of boredom or pity I never will know. Now I bear the stain. The scar on my name. I never can go back again. There’s a love you can’t survive. And it burns you up inside. I sailed my boat into New Orleans harbour. Tied up at the jetty as bold as you please. With a half-ton of charlie built in to the bulkhead. Right under the noses of all them police. Now here I sit in my house on the mountain. King of the clouds and all I survey. There’s women who are willing and the law can’t touch me. Yours is the one face that won’t go away