Dearest Dear Songtext
von Davey Graham

My dearest dear, the time draws near
When you and I must part
And no one knows the inner grief
Of my poor aching heart
Just to see what I′ve suffered for your sake
You are who I love so dear
I'd rather I could go with you
Or you could tarry here


I wish your breast was made of glass
For in it I′d behold
My name in secret I would write
In letters of bright gold
Your name in secret I would write
Pray believe me when I say
That you're the one that I love best
Until my dying day

And when you're on some distant shore
Think on your absent friend
And when the wind blows high and clear
A line or two pray send
And when the wind blows high and clear
Pray descend it, love, to me
That I shall know by your hand write
How times have gone with thee