The True Lover’s Farewell

O fare you well, I must be gone
And leave you for a while:
But wherever I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand mile, my dear
If I go ten thousand mile

Ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone
Whilst I may lie, lament and cry
And you will not hear my moan, my dear
And you will not hear my moan

The crow that is so black, my dear
Shall change his colour white;
And if ever I prove false to thee
The day shall turn to night, my dear
The day shall turn to night

O don't you see that milk-white dove
A-sitting on yondеr tree
Lamenting for her own true lovе
As I lament for thee, my dear
As I lament for thee

The river never will run dry
Nor the rocks melt with the sun;
And I'll never prove false to the girl I love
Till all these things be done, my dear
Till all these things be done