Blackest Crow

As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part

How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor

and my poor aching heart

Tis' but I suffer for your sake believe me dear it's true

I wish that you were staying here or I was going with you



I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold

Upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters made of gold

In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say

You are the one that I will adore until my dying day



The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white

If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night

Bright day will turn to day my love, the elements will mourn

If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn