The Last Letter

The Last Letter - Willie Nelson (威利·納爾遜)

Why do you treat me

As if I was 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

When you are withered and old

I cannot offer you diamonds

Or mansions so fine

I cannot offer you clothes

That your young body crave

So if you'll say

That you long to forever be mine

Just think of the teardrops

The heartaches and the sorrow you'll save

While I am writing this letter

I think of the past

And of the promises

That you have broken so free

And to this old world

I'll soon say my farewell at last

I will be gone

When you read this last letter from me