Compositor: Túlio Mourão
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's not the leaving that's grieving me
But my true love whose bound to stay behind
Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's a turning into hail
I still might strike it lucky on a highway going west
Though I'm travelinh on the path-beaten trail
So it's fare thee well my own true love...
I will write you a letter from time to time
As I'm rambling you can travel with me too
With my head in my heart and my hands my love
I will send what I learned back home to you
So it's fare thee well my own true love...
I'll tell you of the laughter and the troubles too
Be their somebody else's or my own
With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high
I will travel unnoticed and unknown
So it's fare thee well my own true love...