Sweet Beth Ann
She was my darling.
She was my own.
And this was where the seeds of
Our love was sewn.
On the beaches, along the sea
Is where my lover
Gave herself
Only to me.
I loved her purely.
My love was true
When the blossom
Of our love was new.
But my sweet one
My dear Beth Ann
Gave herself
To another man.
I saw her strolling
In the fading light
With that wicked villain
Out in plain sight.
He had taken
Beth Ann from me.
I had a plan
It was clear to see
Many nights I waited
Behind the dune.
Where we loved together
In early June.
But the winds of October
Blew off the coast
And I planned the death of
The one I loved the most.
I shot that wicked
Evil man
And buried his body
Deep in the sand.
Then I forced my own love
My dear Beth Ann
Taking her roughly
By her gentle hand.
We were waist high
Out in the surf
And declared she would now receive
What her love was worth.
I kissed her harshly
On her traitorous lips
Then kicked her feet from beneath her
Watching her slip.
I held her under
The angry waves
And fashioned for Beth Ann
A watery grave.
The tide then washed her
Far out to sea
And she was done
Making a fool of me.
Now I'm an old man
Sworn off romance.
I never married.
Never took the chance.
And I don't go
Down to the sea no more.
All I hear is
What she implored.
Please, my darling
Don't take my life.
I always intended
To be your wife.
You shot the reverend
Writing our sacred vows.
Her death plea numbs me
Down the years, till now.
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