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 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