Fare Three Well - Joan Baez

Oh fare thee well, I must be gone

And leave you for awhile

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 mourn

And you’ll, no you’ll, and you’ll not hear my mourn

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