Bound so neatly in ribbons of silk
Jonathan had such beautiful penmanship
Written on parchment as white as milk
Jonathan's words arranged chronologically
Month by month and then day by day
Jonathan surely wrote me quite frequently
Jonathan had such a lot to say
Chorus: My sweet Jonathan wrote me constantly
All he hoped to be, all he dreamed
How the world was too bright and beautiful
How the people weren't all they seemed
Jonathan wrote when he was out traveling
How he hated each social affair
Jonathan swore he soon would come back to me
We'd get married and settle somewhere
Jonathan wrote with caring and tenderness
How he loved me so simple and pure
Jonathan said those colorful party girls
All were too forward to be endured
Chorus
Jonathan wrote me on a clear summer's day
Told me with sorrow we'd never wed
Some little tramp accused him of raping her
Jonathan never was in her bed
She was expecting one or two little ones
Honor would force him to make her wife
Jonathan swore he'd always remember me
All through his terrible married life
Chorus
Jonathan wrote once more in his perfect hand
Told me that when all the fuss should die
And his rich bride went off for the holidays
He would come just for one last goodbye
Jonathan came at midnight on Christmas eve
One more sweet letter was in his hand
Saying that all his wealth was such misery
Swearing his life was at my command
Chorus
This little trunk holds Jonathan's love letters
Reading them still can be lots of fun
This little trunk holds Jonathan's every word
This bigger trunk holds Jonathan
Words and music: Kathy Mar
Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar
This little trunk holds Jonathan's love letters Bound so neatly in ribbons of silk Jonathan had such beautiful penmanship Written on parchment as white as milk Jonathan's words arranged chronologically Month by month and then day by day Jonathan surely wrote me quite frequently Jonathan had such a lot to say Chorus: My sweet Jonathan wrote me constantly All he hoped to be, all he dreamed How the world was too bright and beautiful How the people weren't all they seemed Jonathan wrote when he was out traveling How he hated each social affair Jonathan swore he soon would come back to me We'd get married and settle somewhere Jonathan wrote with caring and tenderness How he loved me so simple and pure Jonathan said those colorful party girls All were too forward to be endured Chorus Jonathan wrote me on a clear summer's day Told me with sorrow we'd never wed Some little tramp accused him of raping her Jonathan never was in her bed She was expecting one or two little ones Honor would force him to make her wife Jonathan swore he'd always remember me All through his terrible married life Chorus Jonathan wrote once more in his perfect hand Told me that when all the fuss should die And his rich bride went off for the holidays He would come just for one last goodbye Jonathan came at midnight on Christmas eve One more sweet letter was in his hand Saying that all his wealth was such misery Swearing his life was at my command Chorus This little trunk holds Jonathan's love letters Reading them still can be lots of fun This little trunk holds Jonathan's every word This bigger trunk holds Jonathan Words and music: Kathy Mar Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar Explain Request ×
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