My dearest darling, I miss you more than words can tell
I hope the garden’s growing tall You’re in good spirits and good health
We’ve traveled far now With a long way to go still
I know not yet when I’ll return Or if I
Each grows colder Filled with smoke, and steel
I worry before it’s forgotten
picture In pocket my coat
I sometimes find I’m alone my bit of hope
Amidst the grips you, always
You’re the pines
rose, green the Until we meet again, my love, sincerely sign
yours, mine
these Are much than our
men then cut before they’re grown
That daughter and our sons
their arms each And never down
It’s troubled you,
You’re the wind the
Blooming rose, the Until we meet my love,
ever yours, mine
If you my time Way back to you, I’ll
be through pines
Pitching the shine meet the
I’m ever yours, you’re