John Gumblain, Annie Painter
They were true lovers to the end
They grew up together
In the streets where no one is your friend
They mixed their hearts’ blood together
They swore they’d always be true
When Annie left for the summer
She said «For now, but never adieu»
«I’d give my life to be with you»
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure
But only lovers died for love
The summer turned into winter
But Annie Painter never came
Cold wind blew through the dark town
And it chilled the heart of John Gumblain
He took the road to every city
He sailed to every port of call
He hung his head as tears were falling
He scratched his message on the wall
«I’d give my life to be with you»
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure
But only lovers died for love
He was broken, he was . . .
His face was old and cracked with tears
He was dying of disease
That shook his frame for thirteen years
As he lay sickening by the roadside
A voice came drifting through the air
It was the voice of Annie Painter
She sang a song ?three times clear?
«I’d give my life to be with you»
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure
But only lovers died for love
He went running through the city
He searched for day after day
When he found her, she was dying
And all for love of John Gumblain
She said «Forgive my cruel father
He tried to keep me away
And don’t despair for my dying
For this is our wedding day»
«I’d give my life to be with you»
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure
But only lovers died for love
But only lovers died for love
(repeat)