As you read this letter that I write to you,
Sweetheart I hope you’ll understand,
That you’re the only love I knew,
Please forgive me if you can.
Sweetheart I beg you to come home tonight,
I'm so blue and all alone,
I promise that I'll treat you right,
Love, oh love, oh please come home.
The wind is cold and slowly creeping around,
And the fire is burning low,
The snow has covered up the ground,
Your baby's hungry, sick and cold.
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