Universal Man
There I was on the hot plains of Giza,
Great Ramses passed me without looking back,
His soldiers lined up all in ranks for attack,
But all I could think of was you.
All I could think of was you.
There I was in the town they called Sodom,
On the edge of the desert, I called it my home.
The storm came fast, it rained fire, it rained brimstone
But all I could think of was you.
All I could think of was you.
There I was on a small hill near Hastings,
Normanssurrounding Great Harold, my king,
I fought with him there far out on his left wing.
But all I could think of was you.
All I could think of was you.
There I was in the fields of Waterloo,
We took canon and grapeshot all day in the sun
Many proud men kept their faith in the One,
But all I could think of was you.
All I could think of was you.
There I was in a trench at the Somme,
The guns working hard to transform the earth,
It was cold, dirty, frightening, a place of no worth.
But all I could think of was you.
All I could think of was you.
There I was at the Gates of St. Peter
Secretly hiding among Heaven’s elect.
The Saint said “Come in.”
I said, “No, thank you, Peter,”
‘Cause all I could think of was you.
All I could think of was you.