| Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
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| What have I done that has made you so distant and cold
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| Sometimes I wonder if you’ll be contented again
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| And will you be happy when you are withered and old
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| I cannot offer you diamonds and mansions so fine
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| I cannot offer you clothes that your young body crave
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| But if you’ll say that you long to forever be mine
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| Oh think of the teardrops the heartaches and the sorrow you’ll save
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| And while I am writing this letter oh I think of the past
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| And of the promises that you have broken so free
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| And to this old world I’ll soon say my farewell at last
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| I will be gone when you read this last letter from me |