Farewell کے بول

Fare thee well, my own true love I'm leavin’ in the first hour of the morn I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico Maybe the coast of Californ’ Fare thee well, my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It’s not the leavin’ that’s grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind The weather's against me and the winds a-blowin' hard The rain’s turnin’ into hail I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin’ west Though I'm travelin’ a path beaten trail So fare thee well, my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It’s not the leavin’ that’s grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind I’ll tell you of the laughter and the troubles Be them somebody else’s or my own With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high I’ll travel unnoticed and unknown Fare thee well, my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It's not the leavin’ that’s grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind I’ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound Down around the Mexican plains And I’ve heard that the people are all friendly there All they ask of you is your name Fare thee well, my own true love We’ll meet another day, another time It’s not the leavin’ that’s grievin’ me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind