The Pallid Mist

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Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

Johnny, oh Johnny, don’t walk in the mist
And don’t share the secrets of girls you have kissed.
Your heart, forged from marble so cold and so rare,
Makes you love ‘em and leave ’em without a care.

Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

Jeannie, oh Jeannie, don’t trust his words,
Don’t let him kiss you whatever you heard.
Your heart is too soft and too tender for him
He’ll love you and leave you on any whim.

Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

But Johnny did kiss her and promise her love
And Jeannie did trust him to heaven above.
He took her gifts from her and left her behind,
But Jeannie’s a girl with a venomous mind.

Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

When Johnny walked home from another girl’s
Contented and pleased with his social whirl,
While Jeannie was waiting in the white mist
With a knife in her hand and curses she hissed.

Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

Jeannie she smiled and she crooked her finger
And Johnny decided that he might well linger;
“Kisses I steal are the sweetest ones, true,
And I never purloined one sweeter than you.”

Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

“Johnny, you know that I love you right well,
Though you set me aside and sent me to hell.
But I have a gift for your heart that is true,
This silver blade I have saved just for you.”

Follow me into the pallid mist
And I will give you a lover’s kiss;
Should the sun rise before you flee
You’ll have to bide a while with me.

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