Johnny Dear - Gillian Welch

Two whole years of a millworker’s life

All worn out by noon

Johnny dear, don’t take a wife

I’ll be coming home soon

First hard snow killed old Sal

Farm and family’s all fine

Jenny-o, no time now

But I’ll write more next time

More hard times than I can endure

From a letter so cold and strange

Johnny mine, I’m not sure

I’m so scared you’ve changed

Stars above, no it’s true

We can never be one

Johnny love, I’d die for you

Though our time is done