[Mekong Delta, J. Jenkins]



When you'll come back home again

Weary from the fight

I will nurse your wounds and I'll

release you from your weights 

You must be hungry and

There's blood upon your hands

So please come in and I will cure your fever 

Why don't you rest your head

You long for warmth I bet

You needn't worry of a thing when I'm near 

(He's the cure)

I'm the cure

I'm the cure 

What can just light up your heart

When you're in the dark

What just makes privation worth

What's dearer to a man 

To see this face again

To touch this body and

To feel the blood pulsating in your veins 

Your hunger will be fed

For every tear you've shed

You'll get the threefold pay in just one long night 

(He's the cure)

I'm the cure

I'm the cure