Lyrics The Blackest Crow - Rising Appalachia

As time draws near my dearest dear
When you and I must part
How little do you know of the grief and woe
In my poor aching heart
Each night I suffer for your sake
You're the girl 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
Oh there your name lies wrote my dear
In letters made of gold
In letters made of gold, my dear
Believe me what I say
You are the one I will 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 be turned to night
Bright day be turned to night, my dear
The elements would mourn
If ever I prove false to you
The seas would rage and burn

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 your love to me
That I may know by your hand-write
How time as gone with thee