Love is a killing thing

As I hear people say

As for to love and not to be loved

Has tore my heart away

There's some get sick in love

And not to mend again

Oh must I die from loving you

My lust was all in vain

There are more enlightened days

No time for all your savage ways

Oh won't you let me be

Love

Love

Love is a killing thing

I wish she was the weeping tree

That grows in your castle wall

And I would be the pouring rain

Upon your leaves I'd fall

In your warm and gentle arms

I rest and sport and play

Oh must I die from loving you

My lust was all in vain

There are more enlightened days

No time for all your savage ways

Oh won't you let me be

Love

Love

Love is a killing thing

Go dig my grave long wide and deep

Up above put a pure white dove

A marble stone at head and feet

Let the world know I died for love

There's some get sick in love

And not to mend again

Oh must I die from loving you

My lust was all in vain

There are more enlightened days

No time for all your savage ways

Oh won't you let me be

Love

Love

Love is a killing thing