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 you'll not hear my moan.  And you  No, you  And you'll 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.  I'll never prove false to the boy I love  Till all these things be done.  Till all  Till all  Till all these things be done.