Mary Ann - Bob Dylan

Oh, fare thee well, my own true love, fare thee well but for a while

The ship is waiting and the wind blows high

And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann.

Ten thousand miles away from home, ten thousand miles or more

The sea may freeze and the earth may burn

If I never nomore return to you, Mary Ann.

Oh, don’t you see that crow fly high, she’ll surely turn to white

If never I prove false to you

Let the day turn to night, my dear, Mary Ann.

If I had a flask of gin and sugar here for two

And a great big bowl for two to mix it in

I’d pour a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann

Yes, I’d pour a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann.