Luke Abbott - The Blackest Crow lyrics

As time draws near my dearest dear When you and I must part How little do you know of the grief and woe In my poor aching heart Each night I suffer for your sake You're the girl I love so dear I wish that I was going with you Or you were staying here I wish my breast were made of gla** Wherein you might behold Oh there your name lies wrote my dear In letters made of gold In letters made of gold, my dear Believe me what I say 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 be turned to night Bright day be turned to night, my dear The elements would mourn If ever I prove false to you The seas would rage and burn And when you're on some distant shore Think on your absent friend And when the wind blows high and clear A line to me, pray send And when the wind blows high and clear Pray send your love to me That I may know by your hand-write How time as gone with thee