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 lying to me, aren't they, Jim?
She has been.
That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes is not your wife.
Is she, Jim?
And with tears in her eyes and 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 my life.
You're lying to me, aren't you, Jim?
She has been.
If love on me was a sport, then your life will be short, she said to him.
And the blade of the maid struck the man, And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man.
Two lovers lying in the white, white sand, I'll die with you, my tall lover man.
And her blade found its mark in the dark, And she clung to the hand of her tall lover man.
They're lying to me, aren't they, Jim?
She has been.
That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes won't be your wife.
My Jim.
And with tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries, She died in the sand by her tall lover man.
© transcript Emily Beynon