richard thompson
died for love
John Dunblane, 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 heart's 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 die for love The summer turned into winter but Annie Painter never came A cold wind blew through the dark town And it chilled the heart of John Dunblane 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 die for love He was broken, he was crazy, his face was old and cracked with tears He was dying of the seasons 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 sweet and clear I'd give my life to be with you 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 Dunblane 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 die for love Only lovers die for love