So, it's fare thee well, my darling true
I'm leaving in the first hour of the morn
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
Or maybe the coast of Californ
So it's fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It ain't the leaving, that's a-grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind
Oh, the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a-turning into hail
And I still might strike it lucky on a highway going west
But I'm traveling on a path beaten trail
So it's fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It ain't the leaving, that's a-grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind
I will write you a letter from time to time
As I'm rambling you can travel with me too
With my head, my heart and my hands, my love
I will send what I learn back home to you
So it's fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It ain't the leaving, that's a-grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind
I will 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 will travel or unnoticed and unknown
So it's fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It ain't the leaving, that's a-grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind
It ain't the leaving, that's a-grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind