The Blackest Crow
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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 and my poor aching heart
Tis' but I 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
Upon my heart your name lies
Wrote 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

English (United States)
Added by: FrancisMorin, January 7, 2018 at 02:28am
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