I march in the parade of liberty, but as long as I love you I'm not free.
How long must I suffer such abuse, won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose? I've given up the game, i've got to leave,
the pot of gold is only make-believe. The treasure can't be found by men who search, whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church. One more time at midnight, near the wall, take off your heavy make-up and your shawl. Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit? Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.