I Hold Your Hand in Mine

<br>One more love song. I generally like to include at least one or two love songs in the evenings program, partly perhaps to convince people that even at the harvard university graduate school, th<br><br>Tbed of celibacy that I used to call home, we did have our moments. this one is a tender ballad entitled simply I hold your hand in mine.<br><br><br><br>I hold your hand in mine, dear,<br><br>I press it to my lips.<br><br>I take a healthy bite<br><br>From your dainty fingertips.<br><br><br><br>My joy would be complete, dear,<br><br>If you were only here,<br><br>But still I keep your hand<br><br>As a precious souvenir.<br><br><br><br>The night you died I cut it off.<br><br>I really dont know why.<br><br>For now each time I kiss it<br><br>I get bloodstains on my tie.<br><br><br><br>Im sorry now I killed you,<br><br>For our love was something fine,<br><br>And till they come to get me<br><br>I shall hold your hand in mine.