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