Tall Lover Man
One, two, three
Two lovers stood in the white, white sand
Dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man
With surprise and pain in her eyes
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 off 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 will 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, those blue, blue eyes
Won't be your wife, my Jim"
With tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries
She died in the sand with her tall lover man
Two lovers stood in the white, white sand
Dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man
With surprise and pain in her eyes
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 off 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 will 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, those blue, blue eyes
Won't be your wife, my Jim"
With tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries
She died in the sand with her tall lover man
Credits
Writer(s): June Cash
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