Oh, fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you for a while
Wherever I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand miles
If I go-
If I go-
If I go ten thousand miles
Oh, ten thousand miles, it is so far
To leave me here alone
Well, I may lie, lament and cry
And you'll, you'll not hear my moan
And you'll-
No, you'll-
And you'll not hear my moan
Oh, the crow that is so black, my love
Will change his color white
If ever I should prove false to thee
The day, day will turn to night
Yes, the day-
Oh, the day-
Yes, the day will turn to night
Oh, the rivers never will run dry
For the rocks melt with the sun
I'll never prove false to the boy I love
Till all, all these things be done
Till all-
Till all-
Till all these things be done
