Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
Anna Ternheim
My dearest dear, the time draws near
When you and I must part
And no one knows the inner grief
Of my poor aching heart
Just to see how I suffered for your sake
You are my love so dear
I wish your breast was made of glass
And in it I'd 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
That you're the one that I love best
Until my dying day
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 to send it love to me
That I shall know by your hand write
How times have gone with thee
Dearest Dear was written by Traditional.
Dearest Dear was produced by Matt Sweeney.