Farewell — текст песни (Kingston Trio)

Bob Dylan

Fare thee well, my own true love. I`m leavin` the first hour of the morn.
I`m bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ.

Chorus:
So, fare them well, my own true love. We`ll meet another day, another time.
It`s not the leavin` that`s grievin` me, but my true love whose bound to stay behind.

The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she`s a-turnin` into hail,
But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West though I`m travelin` the path-beaten trail.

I`ll write you a letter from time to time. As I ramble you can travel with me, too.
With my hands in my head and my heart, my love, I will send what I know back home to you.

(Chorus)

There`s a place I`ve heard of where I might as well be bound. It`s down around Mexican plain.
And they say that the people are all friendly down there. All they ask of you is your name.

I`ll tell you of the laughter and the troubles 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.

(Chorus)