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  • 作曲 : Public Domain (traditional American), arranged by Connie DoverPu
    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.
    Or 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 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 (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 you and I must part
    And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart
    Or 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
  • 作曲 : Public Domain (traditional American), arranged by Connie DoverPu
    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.
    Or 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 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 (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 you and I must part
    And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart
    Or 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