I Always Prefer To Believe

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.

When Young Lips Have Drunk Deep Of The Bitter Waters Of Hate, Suspicion And Despair, All The Love In The World Will Not Wholly Take Away That Knowledge. Though It May Turn Darkened Eyes For A While To The Light, And Teach Faith Where No Faith Was.

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

The Glory Of The Garden Lies In More Than Meets The Eye.