The Blackest Crow

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 Tis but I'd suffer for your sake, believe me dear it's true I wish that you were staying here or I was going with you I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold Written your name upon my heart in letters made of gold In letters made of gold my love, believe me when I say You are the one that 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 will turn to night Bright day will turn to night my love the elements will mourn If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn