Looking For Europe

He went looking for Europe, took love in his hand

With eyes of sunlight, like burning sand

Went to the west, rode to the east

Heard of life and honour, looked into the eyes of the beast

Stood in a city, in the gold house of whores

Said: ''I'm looking for Europe'', then you're looking for war

Sat on the throne of Arthur, held Boudica's sword

Kissed the flags of the great, beneath the towers so tall

Climbed up the hillside, where the eagle still flies

Said: ''I'm looking for Europe'', well be ready to cry

He walked to the forest, to the lair of the wolf

Said: ''I'm looking for Europe, I'll tell you the truth.''

Some find it in a flag, some in the beat of a drum

Some with a book, and some with a gun

Some in a kiss, and some on the march

But if you're looking for Europe, best look in your heart