Love Is a Killing Thing

Love is a killing thing As I hear people say As for to love and not to be loved Has tore my heart away There's some get sick in love And not to mend again Oh must I die from loving you My lust was all in vain There are more enlightened days No time for all your savage ways Oh won't you let me be Love is a killing thing I wish she was the weeping tree That grows in your castle wall And I would be the pouring rain Upon your leaves I'd fall In your warm and gentle arms I rest and sport and play Oh must I die from loving you My lust was all in vain There are more enlightened days No time for all your savage ways Oh won't you let me be Love is a killing thing Go dig my grave long wide and deep Up above put a pure white dove A marble stone at head and feet Let the world know I died for love There's some get sick in love And not to mend again Oh must I die from loving you My lust was all in vain