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
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