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 it's 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.