One two three

Two lovers stood in the white white sand

A 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 lying 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 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 of my life

You're lying to me aren't you Jim she asked him

If loving me was a sport then your life will be short

She said to him my Jim

The blade of the maid struck the man

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 it's mark in the dark

She clung to the hand of her tall lover man

They're lying to me aren't they Jim she asked him

That fair haired girl with those blue blue eyes

Will be your wife my Jim

With tears in her eyes and sad sad cries

She died in the sand with her tall lover man