Fair thee well my dear I must be gone and leave you for a while if I roam away I'll cone back again though I roam ten miles my dear though I roam ten thousand milesFair thou art my bonny lad so deep in love am I but I never will price false yo the bonny lad I love till the stars fall from the sky my dear till the stars fall from the sky
10 years ago
sixian lin
Fare you well, my dear, I must be gone,And leave you for a while;If I roam away I'll come back again,Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear,Though I roam ten thousand miles.So fair thou art, my bonny lass,So deep in love am I;But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love,Till the stars fall from the sky, my dear,Till the stars fall from the sky.The sea will never run dry, my dear,Nor the rocks melt with the sun,But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love,Till all these things be done, my dear,Till all these things be done.O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove,He doth sit on yonder high tree,A-making a moan for the loss of his love,As I will do for thee, my dear,As I will do for thee.