THE THUNDER OF YOUR GUN

it was cold and the sun was warm
they waited hand in hand
their eyes making love one more time
and they heard them coming
in a whisper they spoke
 I love the thunder of your gun
the horses stopped and a thousand rifles cocked
they could see the enemies breath
he loaded his rifles and cocked her pistols
in the sunshine he could see her tears
in a whisper he spoke
 I love the thunder of your gun
their love wasn't in the power of the flesh
it was in the power of their souls
and in the power of their guns
when he went down in a shower of blood
she heard his whisper
 I'll miss the thunder of your gun
with tears in her eyes and bullets in her teeth
she fought them to the end
in a whirlwind hail of pain and blood
she whispered to him
I'll miss the thunder of your gun
behind fluttering eyes she could see
the sun and she knew
 the thunder of the gun.

r.p.leith
7/5/88