If you've laughed, if you've cried,
Then you've lived the Life ... you have died.
I don't mind if the Sun don't shine,
And the Winds don't howl.
So the blues carried me away
Into the dreams of naked slumber.
I don't mind if the World decdes
To fall asunder.
If I see you again, and you should favour me,
Don't give in to the thought of pulling me behind.
Cause I don't mind if the fire don't burn
In my soul.

Should the space of the Universe
Be collected in one room,
It would not fill all the emptiness
Left by you.
I can see in your eyes a lonely pair of lies,
Watching me, helplessly, as love goes rolling by.
I don't mind.
I can sing a song to ease my pain.
Should I seek lover's revenge.
Should I weep over the end.
No, I don't mind if the fire don't burn
In your soul.
(John Bundrick)