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...