Give me back my love, my love.
If you can’t return it, just throw it back
But just don’t keep it with you like that
It’s all that I had that I gave to you
But maybe the meaning did not come through
So now that you don’t need it, just pass it back
It's not meant for a public view
So it wouldn’t suit your showcase
or your mantle-rack
Nor akin a library book overdue
That’s tossed in a corner untold
And lost under heaps
And heaps of memories old.
It is worth a bit more than that
As much as you may not realise
It is worth a man’s dreams, joys, sorrows,
Everything he is at
It is worth a man’s life.
I am without, and so I am not
‘coz I need what you’ve got
So just pass me back my love, my love
You can’t return it, so just throw it back.
But give me back my love, my love
That is one thing I need, to be.