文本歌词

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