My Dearest dear the time has come when you and I must part
And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart
Or what I suffer for your sake, the one I love most dear
I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here
I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold
Your name in secret I have writ in letters of fine gold
Your name in secret I have writ, believe me when I say
That you are the one 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 would turn to night
Bright day would turn to night my dear, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn
So when you’re on some distant shore think on your absent friend
And when the wind blows high and clear, Oh a line or two pray send
And when the wind blows high and clear pray send it love, to me
That I may know by your hand writ how time has gone with thee.
