I need, I need her, I need her love. She gives me love that I could never hope to have, She tells me that she needs me,she tells me that she's glad, And if she goes away, I'm like someone who's left out in the rain, She came in from the west, a summer

Through the fire and through the flames You won't even say your name But who could ever live that way? Ut Deo, Ya Hey Ut Deo, Deo Only "I am that I am" Oh, sweet thing Zion doesn't love you

I would be lucky to find me a man Who could love me the way that I am I need a hand with my worrisome heart I need a break from my troubling ways I need a man who got no baggage to claim With this here worrisome heart With all my troubling ways A