When you are lonely remember this letter my own
I cannot buy you the clothes that your young body crave
Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
Will you be happy when you are withered and old
Think of the heartaches the sorrow the teardrops you'll save
I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine
When you grow weary and tired of another's caress
But don't try to answer for there's one thing I'll have to confess
But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine