Elvira was a circus girl who walked the tightrope bravely.nShe travelled through Europe, and she knew what men were for.nHe was in the cavalry wore braid upon his tunic;nA handsome bearded horseman who had never been to war.nnYou would say if you met them they were golden eyed children,nFor the one thing they wanted they gave up health and fame.nGod help Elvira, and God help her lover,nAnd God help anyone who tries to do the same.nnHe left his wife and children in the regiment behind him,nStripped the braid from his tunic, tossed his buttons on the ground.nShe left the roaring crowds and the lights of the circusnTo go with a deserter and run from town to town.nnAnd many's the time they thought they'd found their safety;nA room to love and shelter from the wind and the rain.nBut a knock on the door, a face at the window,nAnd many's the time they were on the move again.nnYou would say if you met them they were golden eyed children,nFor the one thing they wanted they gave up health and fame.nGod help Elvira, and God help her lover,nAnd God help anyone who tries to do the same.nnShe sold her last possessions and bought a loaf and butter.nHe robbed a hen house and they left once more to roam.nIn the middle of a meadow they both sat down to picnic,nWhen he touched Elvira she was cold as a stone.nnElvira knew that the pistol was hidden in the basket.nShe whispered to her lover, “make it soon, make it soon,”nElvira chased the butterfly and caught it in her fingers,nShe fell from the tightrope and the audience went home.nnYou would say if you met them they were golden eyed children,nFor the one thing they wanted they gave up health and fame.nGod help Elvira, and God help her lover,nAnd God help anyone who tries to do the same.