Ten Thousand Miles

Fare thee well my dear I must be gone and leave you for a while If I roam away I'll come back again If I roam ten thousand miles, my dear If I roam ten thousand miles The seas will never run dry my dear, nor the rocks melt with the sun And I'll never prove false to the bonny lass I love Till all these things be done, my dear Until all these things be done O yonder sits that little turtle dove, he does sit on yonder high tree Making a mourn for the loss of his love As I will make for thee, my dear As I will make for thee Fare thee well my dear I must be gone and leave you for a while If I roam away I'll come back again If I roam ten thousand miles, my dear If I roam ten thousand miles