?ey, butun aA?kA±m Bunu senden diliyorum Son mektubu yazarken ben Saadetler diliyorum Biliyorum ayrA±lacak Bu son mektup ikimizi Bu son mektup koparacak
art?k Su an son mektubun elimde Gozyaslar?nda var uzerinde Yazarken aglam?ss?n sevgilim Dayanmaz buna yuregim Мое сердце не выдержит это Akl?mda son
I have a few words in defense of my youth My guts are feeling an ocean or two I was young, I didn't know what I would stumble into I've had a lot on
I just received your last letter and I feel so blue I'm paying dearly for promises broken so free I never dreamed that there'd be such a longing for you
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
Baby listen I was sittin' at home, thinkin' to myself I started thinkin' 'bout you how much I do love you, I really do I would never trade you, never
Why must you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that's made you so different and cold Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
THE SOLDIER'S LAST LETTER (Ernest Tubb - Henry Stewart) « © '44 Cross Music » The postman delivered a letter it's filled her old heart
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead." I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you
Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend? And what have I done That's made you so different and cold? Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented
Recorded by Ernest Tubb Written by Sgt. Henry Stewart and Ernest Tubb When the postman delivered a letter It filled her dear heart full of joy But she
When the postman delivered a letter It filled her dear heart full of joy But she didn't know 'til she read the inside It was the last one from her darling
From the west to the east, I have flown to be near you I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you And now, all my heart I will lay down
, the kitchen floor I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried I'll leave it unto them to be a father to a son I tried, I tried, I tried, I
Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend? What have I done that has made you so distant and cold? Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
I erased your name Pictuers all thrown away Its easier this way Things were good I never should have been so scared To be so happy Never thought i could
dearest love Today I write to you about our sons The boys start school today They're the spitting image of you in every way Hey son it's Dad I hope
I'm writing my last love letter And for reasons now, I don't know where to start Seems so many times I've written down "I love you" Well I hope this time