Black as Crow (with Francesco Turrisi)

As time draws near, my dearest dear, when you and I must part

How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart

It's what I suffer for your sake, you're the one I love so dear

And I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here

I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold

For there your name lies wrote, my dear, in letters made of gold

In letters made of gold, my love, believe me when I say

You are the one I love the best until my dying day

The crow that is so black, my love, will surely turn to white

If ever I prove false to thee bright day may turn to night

Bright day may turn to night, my love, the elements will mourn

If ever I prove false to thee the seas may rage and burn

As time draws near, my dearest dear, when you and I must part

How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart