Richard Thompson

Died for love

Richard Thompson


John Dunblane, Annie Painter, they were true lovers to the end 
They grew up together in the streets where no one is your friend 
They mixed their heart's blood together, they swore they'd always be true 
When Annie left for the summer, she said for now but never adieu 
I'd give my life to be with you 
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure 
But only lovers die for love 

The summer turned into winter but Annie Painter never came 
A cold wind blew through the dark town 
And it chilled the heart of John Dunblane 
He took the road to every city, he sailed to every port of call 
He hung his head as tears were falling, he scratched his message on the wall 
I'd give my life to be with you 
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure 
But only lovers die for love 

He was broken, he was crazy, his face was old and cracked with tears 
He was dying of the seasons that shook his frame for thirteen years 
As he lay sickening by the roadside, a voice came drifting through the air 
It was the voice of Annie Painter, she sang a song sweet and clear 
I'd give my life to be with you 

He went running through the city, he searched for day after day 
When he found her she was dying, and all for love of John Dunblane 
She said "Forgive my cruel father. He tried to keep me away. 
And don't despair for my dying, for this is our wedding day." 
I'd give my life to be with you 
Some will die for fortune, some will die for pleasure 
But only lovers die for love 
Only lovers die for love