Base Metal

We were base metal turned to gold

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

I was a promise written on your skin

You were a poem for me to sing

How could we have known

Too high a price we paid

And love would hold us ransom

Till the end of our days

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

We were base metal turned to gold

Your eyes find me from the newspage

A hundred years to the very day

That they took you from me

Down to the County jail

Down those dusty lanes

Down those dusty lanes

Tried for a poacher

The story's always the same

Twas only food for the table

Turned to three years without bail

Down those dusty lanes

Down those dusty lanes

You died of a fever

To the freedom of your grave

But your love held me ransom

Till the end of my days

We were base metal turned to gold

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

I was a promise written on your skin

You were a poem for me to sing

How could we have known

Too high a price we paid

And love would hold us ransom

Till the end of our days

Beautiful hearts to have and to hold

We were base metal turned to gold