| Yeah, yeah
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| Well, well
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| I took a walk down to the port
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| Where strangers meet and do consort
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| All blinkered with desire
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| And a winter fog moved thickly on A winter fog moved thickly on A winter fog moved thickly on Now, who will be the witness
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| When the fog’s too thick to see
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| And I saw a friend beside a wall
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| Her hands were raised in supplication
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| And her face I could not see at all
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| And I raised my hands in rage
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| And brought them down again
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| And we entered through the eastern door
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| And I entered through the eastern door
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| And she entered through the eastern door
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| Now, who will be the witness
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| When you’re all to blind to see
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| O yes, yes, yes
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| And time gets somewhat muddled here
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| But no matter, no matter
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| Here come the events all tumbling down
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| Now, beyond the wall was a great garden
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| Into which we passed
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| Me and my friend
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| And the place was all overgrown with weeds
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| And behold from its centre there rose a great fountain
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| The fountain with the healing waters
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| And we knelt down by the rim
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| And I dipped my hand in And she dipped her hand in too
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| And I said «Are you healed?»
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| And she said «Well are you healed?»
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| And I said «Yes, I’m healed»
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| And she said «Well, yes I’m healed then too»
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| And I said «Babe, you are a liar»
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| «Babe, you are a liar»
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| «Babe, you are a liar, too»
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| Now, who will be the witness
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| When you’re all to healed to see
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| And I kissed her once, I kissed her twice |