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(Come give Jeannie one last kiss.) |
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The moon hid its light and the midnight was still |
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And they had their last quarrel on top of the hill |
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And she said to him please as they stood in the mist |
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If we must part this way come give Jeannie one last kiss. |
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But in anger he turned with no kiss and no care |
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There she stood on the cliff with the wind in her hair |
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The next mornin' they learned that his Jeannie was dead |
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Girl climbin' and slipped all the newspapers said. |
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Then night after night when the moon hides its light |
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The wind's in the mist |
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Seem to cry out his name and call him again |
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Come give Jeannie one last kiss. |
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Years have gone by and they talk of him still |
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And the voice that was callin' from the top of the hill |
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And they tell of the night that he ran from his door |
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How he ran toward the cliff then was heard from no more. |
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Now night after night when the moon hides its light |
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And the wind's in the mist |
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All the old people swear that he's out there somewhere |
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To give Jeannie one last kiss. |
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Come give Jeannie one last kiss... |
