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
