| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true,
I'm leavin' 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
leavin'
That's a-grievin' 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-turnin' into
hail.
I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west,
Though I'm travelin' 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 leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound
to stay behind.
I will write you a letter from time to time,
As I'm ramblin' 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 leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay
behind.
I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles,
Be them somebody else's or
my own.
With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high,
I will travel unnoticed and
unknown.
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another
time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-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,
It's down around
the old Mexican plains.
They say that the people are all friendly there
And all they ask
of you is your name.
So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day,
another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound
to stay behind |
