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The Kingston Trio

Farewell (Fare Thee Well)

 

Farewell (Fare Thee Well)

(album: The Kingston Trio (Nick Bob John) - 1964)


Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leaving the first hour of the morn
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ'

So, fare them well, my own true love. We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me, but my true love whose bound to stay behind

The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she's a-turning into hail
But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West though I'm traveling the path-beaten trail

I'll write you a letter from time to time. As I ramble you can travel with me, too
With my hands in my head and my heart, my love, I will send what I know back home to you

So, fare them well, my own true love. We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me, but my true love whose bound to stay behind

There's a place I've heard of where I might as well be bound. It's down around Mexican plain
And they say that the people are all friendly down there. All they ask of you is your name

I'll tell you of the laughter and the troubles be their somebody else's or my own
With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high, I will travel unnoticed and unknown

So, fare them well, my own true love. We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me, but my true love whose bound to stay behind

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