歌词
The time draws near my dearest dear
When you and I shall part
The grief and woe you soon must know
Of my poor troubled heart
I wish that I could go with you
Or you would terry here
Your company my dearest dear
So charming unto me
It makes me think when you’re away
That every day is three
That every day is three true love
And every hour is ten
It makes me weep when I should sleep
And say I’ve lost a friend
The blackest crow my dearest dear
Will surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you
Bright day shall turn to night
Bright day shall turn to night true love
The elements shall mourn
If ever I prove false to you
The rugged seas shall burn
Written by: Unknown Unknown
