Texty: Nana Mouskouri. High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me).

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?