The Last Letter - Roy Acuff

Why do you treat me as if I was only a friend

What have I done that has made you so different 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 buy you the clothes that your young body crave

But if you’ll say that you long to forever be mine

Think of the heartaches the sorrow the teardrops you’ll save

When you grow weary and tired of another’s caress

When you are lonely remember this letter my own

But don’t try to answer for there’s one thing I’ll have to confess

If you don’t love me I wish you would leave me alone