Rose Of Allendale - Willie Nelson, Tara

Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend

What have I done that has made you so distant and cold

Sometimes I wonder if you’ll be contented again

And will you be happy when you are withered and old

I cannot offer you diamonds and mansions so fine

I cannot offer you clothes that your young body crave

But if you’ll say that you long to forever be mine

Oh think of the teardrops the heartaches and the sorrow you’ll save

And while I am writing this letter oh I think of the past

And of the promises that you have broken so free

And to this old world I’ll soon say my farewell at last

I will be gone when you read this last letter from me