If it’s [bad word] what they say
If my love is gone for good
They can take this heart away
They can take this flesh and blood
Take my mouth that kissed her mouth
Take my tongue that sung her praise
Take my arms that used to reach out
In the dark to where she lay
If it’s [bad word] what they say
I’ll be on my way
If it’s [bad word] what they say
If there’s nothing to be done
If there’s no part to be played
If there’s no song to be sung
Take this voice, take these hands
I can’t use them anyway
Take this music and the memory
Of the muse from which it came
If it’s [bad word] what they say
I’ll be on my way
We can all be on our way
If it’s [bad word] what they say