The time to leave my love draws nigh, when you and I must part.But little do you think or know, the grief of my poor heart.The grief of my poor heart, my love, the grief of my poor heart.But little do you think or know, the grief of my poor heart.The crow you know is black, my love, she never can be white.If ever I prove false to you, bright day shall be as night.Bright day shall be as night, my love, bright day shall be as night.If ever I prove false to you, bright day shall be as night.Of all the friends that I have known, of all that I once knew.Whatever would they mean to me, if I could stay with you.If I could stay with you, my love, if I could stay with you.Whatever would they mean to me, if I could stay with you.Of all the friends that I have known, of all that I may know.Whatever would they mean to me, if you could with me go.If you could with me go, my love, if you could with me go.Whatever would they mean to me, if you could with me go.I wish my breasts were made of glass, wherein you might behold.Your name engraved all on my heart, the letters trimmed in gold.The letters trimmed in gold, my love, the letters trimmed in gold.Your name engraved all on my heart, the letters trimmed in gold.The time to leave, my love, draws nigh, when you and I must part.Little do you think or know, the grief of my poor heart.The grief of my poor heart, my love, the grief of my poor heart.But little do you think or know, the grief of my poor heart.© transcript Emily Beynon