I hold your hand in mine, dear I press it to my lips I take a healthy bite from Your lovely fingertips
My joy would be complete, dear If you were only here But still I keep your hand As a lovely souvenir
The night you died I cut it off I really don't know why For now each time I kiss it I get bloodstains on my tie
I'm sorry now I killed you For our love was something fine! Until they come to get me I shall hold your hand in mine!