Dearest Dear

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 how I suffered for your sake

You are my love so dear

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

I wish your breast was made of glass

And in it I'd behold

Your name in secret I would write

In letters of bright gold



Your name in secret I would write

Pray 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