Two lovers stood in the white, white sand

A dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man

With surprise and pain in her eyes

She clung to the hand of her tall lover man


They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim

She asked him

That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes 

Is not your wife, is she Jim

And with tears in her eyes and her sad, sad cries

She clung to the hand of her tall lover man


In the darkness, he let go of her hand

I'm not to blame, it was a game

'Cause that fair-haired woman is my wife

And she will be all of my life


You're lyin' to me, aren't you Jim, she asked him

If lovin' me was a sport, then your life shall be short

She said to him, my Jim

And the blade of the maid struck the man

And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man


Two lovers lyin' in the white, white sand

I'll die with you, my tall lover man

And her blade found its mark in the dark

She clung to the hand of her tall lover man


They're lyin' to me, aren't they, Jim, she asked him

That fair-haired girl won't be your wife

And with tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries

She died in the sand with her tall lover man