Yet each man kills the things he loves

But to each let this be heard

Some do it with a bitter look

Some with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss

The brave man with a sword

♪

Some kill their loved when they are young

Some when they are old

Some strangle with the hands of lust

Some with the hands of gold

The kindest use a knife

Because the dead so soon grow cold

♪

Some love too little, some too long

Some sell and others buy

Some do a deed with money tears

Some without a sigh

For each man kills the thing that he loves

♪

Yet each man kills the things he loves

But to each let this be heard

Some do it with a bitter look

Some with a flattering word

The coward does it with a kiss

The brave man with a sword

♪

Some kill their loved when they are young

Some when they are old

Some strangle with the hands of lust

Some with the hands of gold

The kindest use a knife

Because the dead soon grow cold

♪

Some love too little, some too long

Some sell and others buy

Some do a deed with money tears

Some without a sigh

For each man kills the thing that he loves