Anna Ternheim
Dearest Dear
My dearest dear, the time draws nearwhen you and I must partAnd no one knows the inner griefof my poor aching heartJust to see how I suffered for your sakeYou are my love so dearI wish your breast was made of glassand in it I'd beholdYour name in secret I would writein letters of bright goldYour name in secret I would writePray believe me when I saythat you're the one that I love bestuntil my dying dayAnd when you're on some distant shorethink on your absent friendAnd when the wind blows high and cleara line or two pray sendAnd when the wind blows high and clearpray to send it love to meThat I shall know by your hand writehow times have gone with thee
From Letras Mania