No One But Night, With Tears On

I Do Not Think There Is A Woman In Whom The Roots Of Passion Shoot Deeper Than In Me.

Oh, You Mean I'm A Homosexual! Of Course I Am, And Heterosexual Too, But What's That Got To Do With My Headache?

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

Not For The Flag Of Any Land Because Myself Was Born There Will I Give Up My Life. But I Will Love That Land Where Man Is Free, And That Will I Defend.

Let Geese Gabble And Hiss, But Heroes Seek Release From Dusty Bondage Into Luminous Air.