Oh, fare thee well, my darling true
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I'm leavin', the first hour of morn'
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I'm bound off for the Bay of Mexico
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Or maybe the Coast of Californ'
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So, fare thee well, my own true love
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We'll meet another day, another time
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It's not the leavin' that's grieving me
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But my true love, who's bound to stay behind
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The weather is against me and the wind blows hard
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The rain is turnin' into hail
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I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west
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Though I'm travelin on a lonesome trail
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So, fare thee well, my own true love
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We'll meet another day, another time
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It's not the leavin' that's grieving me
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But my true love, who's bound to stay behind
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I'll tell you of the laughter and the troubles
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Either somebody else's or my own
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With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high
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I'll travel unnoticed and unknown
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So, fare thee well, my own true love
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We'll meet another day, another time
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It's not the leavin' that's grieving me
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But my true love, who's bound to stay behind
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I've heard, tell of a town, where I might as well be bound
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Down around the Mexican plains
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They say that the people all are friendly there
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All they ask of you is your name
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So, fare the well, my own true love
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We'll meet another day, another time
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It's not the leavin' that's grieving me
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But my true love, who's bound to stay behind
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Farewell
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| Judy Collins |
