The Last Letter

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

Will you be happy when you are withered and old.

I can't offer you diamonds or mansions so fine

And I can't offer you clothes your young body crave

But if you'd love me and say that you'll always be mine

Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow, you'll save honey.

When you are weary and tired of another man's gold

If you ever get lonesome remember this letter my own

But don't try to answer though I've suffered sorrow untold

If you don't love me I wish you would leave me alone...