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