Keepsake

I knew that you were my friend The first time I met you You could have had me then Believe you me You wear upon your hand The keepsake of another man His soul to understand, his wife to be To have and hold, with links of gold No love given for free Consider it my concession This smile in your direction Meet me at midnight Out in the unplowed field Tall trees that feel no pain I retrace our names again The contract may not stand for all to see But now you come to look for me The branch cut from the tree I knew that you were my friend The first time I met you You could have had me then Believe you me To have and hold, with links of gold And soon enough we will grow old No love given for free