American Patchwork Quartet - The Blackest Crow Lyrics
American Patchwork Quartet - The Blackest Crow Lyrics
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
Each night I suffer for your sake, you're the one I love so dear
I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here
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 I'll adore until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn
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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
Each night I suffer for your sake, you're the one I love so dear
I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here
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 I'll adore until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn
How little you know of the grief and woe in my poor aching heart
Each night I suffer for your sake, you're the one I love so dear
I wish that I was going with you or you were staying here
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 I'll adore until my dying day
The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white
If ever I prove false to you bright day will turn to night
Bright day will turn to night my love, the elements will mourn
If ever I prove false to you the seas will rage and burn
Writer: clay ross
Copyright: Lyrics © YALCMUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © YALCMUSIC
Performed By: American Patchwork Quartet
Featuring: Clarence Penn, Yasushi Nakamura, clay ross, falguni shah
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: clay ross