The 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 aching heart

Each night, I suffer for your sake, you're the one I love so dear

I wish that I was going with you, or you were staying here

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 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