Last letter home
Does the dunnock still sing MaryEvery morning from his boughI dream I hear him calling From where I'm lying now Has the blossom yet put on its show Are the trees fresh tipped with greenEverything is dust around me There's no nature to be seen Is it morning there I wonder I've lost all track of time But if yesterday were tomorrow I would still make you mine This is it for me my darling It's too late for me to be found Know my last thoughts are of you As my passing dyes the ground Next time it rains there MaryLet it wash away your tearsThen look brightly to your future Do not mourn our missing years