Jonathan

This little trunk holds Jonathan's love letters Bound so neatly in ribbons of silk Jonathan had such beautiful penmanship Written on parchment as white as milk Jonathan's words arranged chronologically Month by month and then day by day Jonathan surely wrote me quite frequently Jonathan had such a lot to say Chorus: My sweet Jonathan wrote me constantly All he hoped to be, all he dreamed How the world was too bright and beautiful How the people weren't all they seemed Jonathan wrote when he was out traveling How he hated each social affair Jonathan swore he soon would come back to me We'd get married and settle somewhere Jonathan wrote with caring and tenderness How he loved me so simple and pure Jonathan said those colorful party girls All were too forward to be endured