The one great old song

In the night, while you lay sleeping, Dreaming of your amber skies, Was a poor boy broken hearted, Listening to the winds that sigh. My little darling, oh how, I love you, How I love you, none can tell, In your heart you love another, Little darling, pal of mine. Many a day, with you I've rambled, Happiest hours, with you I've spent, For I had your heart forever, But I find it's only lent. There is just three things I wish for, That's my casket, shroud and grave, When I'm dead, don't weep for me, Just like those lips that you betrayed.