I have killed men for my Captain and King,
Strangers, fathers and sons
And they say there's no need for remorse or regret,
Any soldier would do as I've done
But a soldier who loves, and a soldier who steals
Not gold, nor a life, but a kiss
Is there gallows, or judgement of God or of man
To pay for a crime such as this?
I stole it from you and I'd steal it again
Then return it a thousand times o'er
For though this love could cost me my life,
My love, you are worth so much more
With the tilt of your head and the light in your eyes,
The laughter upon your lips,
My beautiful thief, tell me what could I do
But steal away a kiss?
They'll say that hell is the price we will pay
I can tell them that just isn't true
For I know hell, and it's life without love
And a stolen kiss, and you.
And what is a man if a man cannot love,
Or love without heartbreak and bliss?
So let them raise hell; I won't bend to their storm,
It's the price of a stolen kiss.