The Blackest Crow

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

How little you know ‘bout the pain and woe in my poor �aching heart

‘Tis but I suffer for your sake, believe me dear it’s true

Oh, I wish that you were staying here, or I was going �with you

And I wish my breast were made of glass where in you �might behold

That upon my heart your name lies wrote in letters �made of gold

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

Oh, that you are the one that I’ll adore until my dying �day

For the blackest crow that ever flew would surely �turn to white

If ever I proved false to you bright day would turn �to night

Bright day would turn to night, my love, the elements �they’d moan

Oh, if ever I prove false to you the seas would rage �and burn