High Noon
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin’
On this our wedding day.
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin’
Wait, wait along
The noonday train will bring Frank Miller
If I’m a man I must be brave
And I must face that deadly killer
Or lie a coward, a craven coward
Or lie a coward in my grave.
Oh, to be torn ‘twixt love and duty
S’posin’ I lose my fair-eyed beauty
Look at that big hand move along
Nearin’ high noon
He made a vow while in state’s prison
That it would be my life or his’n
I’m not afraid of death, but oh
What will I do if you leave me
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin’
You made that promise when we wed
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin’,
Although you’re grievin’
I can’t be leavin’
Until I shoot Frank Miller dead
Wait along, wait along...........
A Tom Jones two-fer. Kudos to you.
‘Delilah’, sigh. Man, did I love that song.