Two lovers stood in the white,
white sand
An archive maiden and her tall lover man
With surprise and pain in her eyes
She clung to the hand of her
tall other man.
They're lying, they are to
Jim.
She has killed that fair -haired girl
with those blue eyes, not your wife.
Is she
Jill, man, with tears in her eyes
and her sad, pride?
She clung to the hand of a tall lover of mine
In the darkness he let go of her hand
I'm not to blame, it was a game
For that fair -haired wo man is my wife
And she will be all 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, he
Ooh, 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
Her blade found its mark in the dark
As she clung to the hand of her tall lover,
man
There are lions in the archipelago