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 its 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.