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 girl, 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 teardrops and 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