Album: Joan Baez (1960) 

(traditional) 



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