High Noon

(альбом: Aims At The West - 1963)

Do not forsake me, oh, my darling
On this our wedding day
Do not forsake me, oh, my darling
Wait, wait along

I do not know what fate awaits me
I only know I must be brave
For I must face a man who hates me
Or lie a coward, a craven coward
Or lie a coward in my grave

Oh, to be torn twixt love and duty
Supposing I lose my fairhaired beauty
Look at that big hand move along
Nearing high noon

He made a vow while in state's prison
Vowed it would be my life or his'n
I'm not afraid of death at all, of what will I do
If you leave me do not forsake me oh my darling

You made that promise as a bride
Do not forsake me oh my darling
Although you're grieving, don't think of leaving
Now that I need you by my side

Wait along, wait along, wait along, wait along...