My dearest dear, the time is near when I and you must part And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart And what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here
I wish my heart were made of glass, that in it I might 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 You are the one that I love best until my dying day
Mo gra thu, A stoirin (Irish Galiec: "I love you, my Darling")
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 send it love to me That I may know by your hand-write how times have gone with thee
My dearest dear, the time is near when I and you must part And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart And what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here