Dear Mr. Kissinger

 In a world that's ever changing, why can't we? 
 What happened to that word: democracy? 
 Are we acting just like dreamers 
 That do nothing for a stunt? 
 Should they send a man like Nixon to the front? 

 Let us gather all together in the land 
 We'll surround the Vatican City, hand in hand. 
 Just for those who may not come back, 
 And those who never will. 
 Celebrate the young man living still, 
 Living still, living still. 

 If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many. 
 If you wanna know my family, they're all gone. 
 If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any. 
 All that I got is a simple word called love. 

 Dear Mr. Kissinger, you know 
 New York's run for Paris, you should go. 
 We're all sitting, waiting, 
 But nothing seems to rhyme.
 Oh, what's going to happen to this tiny world of mine? 

If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many. 
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone. 
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any. 
All that I got is a simple word called love. 

©1973 Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb
 vom unveröffentlichten Album 
 'A Kick In The Head Is Worth Eight In The Pants'
 Danke an Thomas Grabowski