My Dearest dear, the time is near when I and you must part And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart Or what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here I wish my heart were made of gla**, that in it I might behold Your name in secret I would write letters of bright gold Your name in secret I would write, pray believe me when I say You are the one that I love best until my dying day Mo gra thu, a stoirin (I love you, my Darling) 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 send it, love, to me That I may know by your hand write how times have gone with thee My dearest dear, the time is near 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, for the one I love so dear I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here