Fare Thee Well I Must Be Gone
Fare thee well, I must be gone
To leave you for a while
Where 'ere I go I will return
If I go ten thousand miles

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

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

The day
The day
The day will turn to night

The rivers never will run dry
The rocks melt in the sun
I'll ne'er prove false to the girl I love
Till all these things be done
Till all
Till all
Till all these things be done

Till all these things be done
Till all these things be done