
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
The Blackest Crow |
As time draws near my dearest dear |
When you and I must part |
But little you know of the grief and woe |
Of my poor aching heart |
Each night I suffer for your sake |
You’re the girl I love so dear |
I wish that I was going with you |
Or you were staying here |
I wish my breast was made of glass |
Wherein you might behold |
Oh there your name lies wrote my dear |
In letters made of gold |
Oh there your name lies wrote my dear |
Belive me what I say |
You are th one I love the best |
Until my dying day |
The crow that is so black, my love |
Would surely turn to white |
If ever I prove false to you |
Bright day be turned to night |
Bright day be turned to night, my love |
The elements would mourn |
If ever I prove false to you |
The seas would rage and burn |
I wish that you and me, my love |
Were on Unshady Rise |
And we had neither wealth or care |
And riches were forgot |
I’d wish for every day a week |
And every week a year |
How happy happy I would be |
In the presence of you dear |
And when you’re on some distant shore |
Think of your absent friend |
And when the wind blows high and clear |
A line to me, pray send |
And when the wind blows high and clear |
Pray send your love to me |
That I might know by your handwrite |
How time as gone with thee |