Last Letter Lyrics - Don Gibson

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 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 your young body crave 

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

Take off the heartaches, the tears and the sorrow you'll save 

While I am writing this letter I think of the past 

And of the promises that you are breaking so free 

But to this world I will soon say my farewells at last 

I will be gone when you read this last letter from me