Keepsake
Sivert Høyem
[Verse 1]
Knew that you were my friend
The first time I met you
You could have had me then
Believe you me
You wore upon your hand
Keepsake of another man
So to understand his wife to be
To have and hold
With links of gold
No love given for free
[Verse 2]
Consider it my concession
This smile in your direction
Meet me at midnight
Out in the unplowed field
Tall trees that feel no pain
I retrace our names again
The contract may not stand
For all to see
But now you come
To look for me
The branch cut from the tree
[Verse 3]
I knew that you were my friеnd
The first time I met you
You could havе had me then
Believe you me
To have and hold
With links of gold
And soon enough
We will grow old
No love given for free