Besedila: Jimmie Rodgers. The Sailor's Pleas.

Dear sweetheart, as I write to you
My heart is filled with pain
For if these things I hear are true
I'll never see you again

They tell me, darlin', that tonight
You'll wed another man
But if you do, I'll tell you true
My boat will never land

You promised that you would wait for me
That nothin' could come between
That in my arms someday you'd be
My wife and lovely queen

I builded you that cozy home
And made a garden there
And planted too with my own hands
Sweet flowers rich and rare

My future hopes are placed in you
You've been my guidin' star
Please write and tell me that you're true
To the sailor who waits afar

Just tell me that you love me yet
Still long to be my wife
I'll return and then we'll wed
And live a happy life