THE SPAGHETTI WESTERN

FALL 2007

 

Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’,
On this our wedding day.
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’,
Wait...wait along.

The noonday train will bring Frank Miller.
If I'm a man I must be brave,
And I must face that deadly killer,
Or lie a coward, a craven coward,
Or lie a coward in my grave.

Oh, to be torn ‘twixt love and duty,
Supposin’ I lose my fair-haired beauty,
Look at that big hand move along,
Here in high noon.

He made a vow while in state prison,
That it would be my life or his’n.
I’m not afraid of death, but oh,
What will I do if you leave me?

Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’,
You made that promise when we wed.
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’.
Although you’re grievin’, I can’t be leavin’
Until I shoot Frank Miller dead.
Wait along, wait a long, wait along...

High Noon

music and lyrics by Dmitri Tiomkin