[00:00.00] 作曲 : Public Domain (traditional American), arranged by Connie DoverPu
[00:02.40]My Dearest dear, the time is near when I and you must part
[00:14.85]And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart.
[00:25.17]Or what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear.
[00:31.50]I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here.
[00:48.75]I wish my heart were made of glass, that in it I might behold
[00:57.06]Your name in secret I would write letters of bright gold
[01:04.83]Your name in secret I would write, pray believe me when I say
[01:16.11]You are the one that I love best until my dying day.
[02:11.55]Mo gra thu, a stoirin (I love you, my Darling)
[02:19.17]And when you're on some distant shore think on your absent friend
[02:28.89]And when the wind blows high and clear, a line or two pray send
[02:44.16]And when the wind blows high and clear, pray send it, love, to me
[02:47.28]That I may know by your hand write how times have gone with thee
[03:03.69]My dearest dear, the time is near when you and I must part
[03:14.67]And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart
[03:23.55]Or what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear
[03:38.94]I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here

作曲 : Public Domain (traditional American), arranged by Connie DoverPu
My Dearest dear, the time is near when I and you must part
And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart.
Or what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear.
I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here.
I wish my heart were made of glass, that in it I might behold
Your name in secret I would write letters of bright gold
Your name in secret I would write, pray believe me when I say
You are the one that I love best until my dying day.
Mo gra thu, a stoirin (I love you, my Darling)
And when you're on some distant shore think on your absent friend
And when the wind blows high and clear, a line or two pray send
And when the wind blows high and clear, pray send it, love, to me
That I may know by your hand write how times have gone with thee
My dearest dear, the time is near when you and I must part
And no one knows the inner grief of my poor aching heart
Or what I suffer for your sake, for the one I love so dear
I wish that I could go with you or you could tarry here