Farewell
Oh it's fare thee well
my darlin' true,
I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
Or maybe the coast of Californ.
So it's fare thee well
my own true love,
We'll meet another day,
another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
Oh the weather is against me
and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
I still might strike it lucky
on a highway goin' west,
Though I'm travelin' on a long some trail.
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
I will write you a letter
from time to time,
As I'm ramblin'
you can travel with me too.
With my head,
my heart
and my hands,
my love,
I will send what I learn back home to you.
So it's fare thee well
my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
I will tell you of the laughter
and of troubles,
Be them somebody else's
or my own.
With my hands in my pockets
and my coat collar high,
I will travel unnoticed and unknown.
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
my darlin' true,
I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
Or maybe the coast of Californ.
So it's fare thee well
my own true love,
We'll meet another day,
another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
Oh the weather is against me
and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
I still might strike it lucky
on a highway goin' west,
Though I'm travelin' on a long some trail.
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
I will write you a letter
from time to time,
As I'm ramblin'
you can travel with me too.
With my head,
my heart
and my hands,
my love,
I will send what I learn back home to you.
So it's fare thee well
my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
I will tell you of the laughter
and of troubles,
Be them somebody else's
or my own.
With my hands in my pockets
and my coat collar high,
I will travel unnoticed and unknown.
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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