The Turtle Dove

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 'Til the stars fall from the sky, my dear 'Til the stars fall from the sky The sea will never run dry Nor the rocks never melt with the sun But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love 'Til all these things be done, my dear 'Til 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