Fare thee well, I must be gone To leave you for a while Where 'ere I go I will return If I go ten thousand miles If I go If I go If I go ten thousand miles The crow that is so black my love Will change his colour white If 'ere I should prove false to thee The day will turn to night The day The day The day will turn to night The rivers never will run dry The rocks melt in the sun I'll ne'er prove false to the girl I love Till all these things be done Till all Till all Till all these things be done Till all these things be done Till all these things be done