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
Or what I suffered for your sake
The one I love so dear
I wish’t that I might go with you
Or you might tarry here

I wish’t your breast was made of glass
And in it I’d behold
My name in secret I would write
In letters of bright gold
My name in secret I would write
Believe me when I say
You are the man that I love best
Unto 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 to me pray send
And when the wind blows high and clear
Pray send it love to me
That I may know by thy hand-write
How times has gone with thee