The Blackest Crow - Red Tail Ring

As time draws near my dearest dear

When you and I must part

How little you know of the grief and woe

In my poor aching heart

'Tis but I suffer for your sake

Believe me dear, that’s true

I wish that you were staying here

Or I was going with you

I wish my breast were made of glass

Wherein you might behold

Upon my heart your name lies wrote

In letters made of gold

In letters made of gold my love

Believe me when I say

You are the one that loves my heart

Until my dying day

The blackest crow that e’er did flew

Would surely turn to white

If ever I prove false to you

Bright day would turn to night

Bright day will turn to night, my love

The elements would mourn

If ever I prove false to you

The seas would rage and burn