paroles de chanson I'll Hold Your Hand in Mine - Tom Lehrer

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 bloodstains on my tie.
I'm sorry that I killed you,
For our love was something fine,
And till they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine.