Ten Thousand Miles
Fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you here awhile
Although I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand mile
If I go, if I go, if I go ten thousand mile
Ten thousand mile it is so far
To leave me here alone
Well, I may lie, lament and cry
And you'll, you'll not hear my moan
And you'll, no you'll, and you'll not hear my moan
The crow that is so black, my love
Would change his color white
Before I should prove false to the girl I love
The day, day would turn to night
The day, oh the day, yes the day would turn to night
The sea it never will run dry
The rocks melt with the sun
I'll never prove false to the boy I love
Till all, all these things be done
Till all, till all, till all these things be done
Writer/s: Joan Baez
