Two lovers stood in the white, white sand A dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man With surprise and pain in her eyes She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim She asked him That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes Is not your wife, is she Jim And with tears in her eyes and her sad, sad cries She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
In the darkness, he let go of her hand I'm not to blame, it was a game 'Cause that fair-haired woman is my wife And she will be all of my life
You're lyin' to me, aren't you Jim, she asked him If lovin' me was a sport, then your life shall be short She said to him, my Jim And the blade of the maid struck the man And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man
Two lovers lyin' in the white, white sand I'll die with you, my tall lover man And her blade found its mark in the dark She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim, she asked him That fair-haired girl won't be your wife And with tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries She died in the sand with her tall lover manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
