Dearest Dear
by Shirley Collins & Davy Graham
From the album: Folk Roots, New Routes
Duration: 3:05
Lyrics for 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 what I suffered for your sake You are my love so dear I'd rather I could go with you Or you could tarry here I wish your breast was made of glass And in it I'd behold My name in secret I would write In letters of bright gold Your name in secret I would write 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