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