Текст песни Blackest Crow

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 Tim O'Brien - Blackest Crow - http://ru.motolyrics.com/tim-obrien/blackest-crow-lyrics.html
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 day my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn