Nana Mouskouri. High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me). Zeneszám

Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin'
On this, our wedding day
Do not forsake me, oh, my darlin'
Wait, wait along

I do not know what fate awaits me
I only know that I must be brave
And I must face a man who hates me
Or lie a coward, a craven coward
Or lie a coward in my grave

Oh to be torn 'tween love and duty
Supposing I lose my fair haired beauty
Look at that big hand move along
Nearin' high noon

He made a vow while in state prison
Vowed, it'd be my life or his
And I'm not afraid of death but
What will I do if you leave me?