There were once two families
With a line drawn between.
For so long it had been there.
They had two children.
They were young, so young.
These juvenile souls,
Met on a festive night.
His eyes met hers from across the room.
And he walked forward.
They were young, so young.
After that fateful kiss,
He must meet her again.
To the garden he went.
From the balcony, she called.
They were young, so young.
They wish to be together, forever,
Yet that could not be.
They were from the families
With the line drawn between.
They were young, so young.
The Friar warns them
Violent delights have violent ends.
But they do not listen
And leave wed and joyous.
They were young, so young.
With bloodstained hands,
He can no longer meet her.
And she is to marry another.
A test of love, but shall they pass?
They were young, so young.
She pretends to die,
He finds out too soon.
Yet fate is much crueler.
He believes it is true.
They were young, so young.
He lies by her and takes his life.
She wakes to see her loved one.
And they meet once again,
In the valley of the dead.
They were young, so young.