Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that's made you so distant and cold But sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again Will you be happy when you are withered and old
I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine And I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Just think of the teardrops the heartache and misery you'll save
While I am writing this letter I think of the past And of the promises that you are breaking so free Son to this old world I'll soon bid my farewell at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from me