I hold your hand in mine, dear
 I press it to my lips
 I take a healthy bite from
 Your dainty fingertips
 My joy would be complete, dear
 If you were only here
 But still I keep your hand as
 A precious souvenir

 The night you died I cut it off
 I really don't know why
 For now each time I kiss it
 I get blood stains on my tie

 I'm sorry now I killed you
 For our love was something fine
 And till they come to get me
 I shall hold your hand in mine
I hold your hand in mine