Last Letter Lyrics - Wanda Jackson

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 

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 

But if you'll say that forever that you will be mine 

Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save 

When you are weary and tired of another one's gold 

When you are lonely, remember this letter, my own 

Don't try to answer, though I've suffered anguish untold 

If you don't love me, I wish you would leave me alone 

While I am writing this letter I think of the past 

And of the promises that you are breaking so free 

But soon I'll bid my farewells to this whole world at last 

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