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 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