Testo Dearest Dear

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 how I suffered for your sake
You are my love so dear
I wish your breast was made of glass
and in it I'd behold
Your 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 to send it love to me
That I shall know by your hand write
how times have gone with thee