Lletres: Arid. Elegy.

Hold still, don't move I say
Wilt thou hear my elegy
Head high, preserve my pride
I shall defy the gallows

I and you and me
Well, we just don't know
What love can do

I, I pledge to you
That I won't deceive
The heart that's mine
As here I sit

I vow your history does not
Perish my love
The shame will be mine
For a scarlet woman thou art

I and you and me
Well, we just don't know
What love can do

I, I pledge to you
That I won't deceive
The heart that's mine

Dead from the grave
We're all slaves
To what we've got
Love is been through
The door for days