My Dearest Dear Songtext
von Sweeney's Men

My dearest dear, the time draws near
When you and I must part
And no one knows the inner grief
Of my poor aching heart
Just to see what I suffered for your sake
You are my love so dear
I′d rather I could go with you
Or you could tarry here
I wish your breast was made of glass
And in it I'd behold
My name in secret I would write
In letters of bright gold


Your name in secret I would write
Believe me when I say
That you′re the one that I love best
Until my dying day
And when you're on some distant shore
Think on your absent friend
And when the wind blows high and clear
A line or two pray send
And when the wind blows high and clear
Pray to send it love to me
That I shall know by your hand-write
How times have gone with thee