The Blackest Crow - Altan

The Blackest Crow-Altan
The time draws near, my dearest dear,
When you and I must part.
You cannot know my grief and woe
In my poor aching heart,
'T is how I suffer for your sake,
Believe me love it's true,
I wish that you were staying here ,
Or I would go 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 darling of my heart,
Until my dying day.
And everyday will seem like two,
And every hour like ten,
I'll lay and weep, forsake my sleep,
'Til I see you again,
'Til I see you again, my love,
There is no rest for me,
No dreams but those within my heart,
Of love, sweet love with thee.
And when you're in some foreign land,
Pray think on your absent friend,
And when the wind blows high or low,
A letter to me send,
And when the wind blows high or clear,
Pray send it love to me,
That I may know by your handwrite,
Of times I've gone with thee.
The blackest crow ,that ever flew,
Would surely turn to white,
If ever I 'd prove false to you,
Bright day would turn to night,
Bright day would turn to night, my love,
The elements would mourn,
If ever I'd prove false to you,
The seas would rage and burn.