Fare Thee Well

Oh, fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you for a while
If ever I go I will return
If I go ten thousand miles

If I go
If I go
If I go ten thousand miles

Ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone
While I may lie lament and cry
And you'll not hear my moan

And you
No, you
And you'll not hear my moan

The crow that is so black, my love
Will change it's colour white
If I ever should prove false to thee
The day will turn to night

Oh the day
Yes, the day
Oh the day will turn to night

The rivers never will run dry
Or the rocks melt with the sun
I'll never prove false to the boy I love
Till all these things be done

Till all
Till all
Till all these things be done