Turtle Dove - Tia Blake

Fare thee well, my dear

I must be gone

And leave for awhile

If I roam away I’ll come back again

Though I roam ten thousand miles

My love

Though I roam ten thousand miles

The sea will never run dry, my dear

Nor the rocks melt with the sun

But I never will prove false to the Bonnie lass I love

Till all these things all be done, my dear

Till all these things all be done

Oh, yonder doth sit

The little turtle dov

He doth sit on yonder high tree

And I’ll make it amount

For th loss of his love

As I will make for thee, my dear

As I will make for thee

Fare thee well, my dear

I must be gone

And leave you for awhile

If I roam away I’ll come back again

Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear

Though I roam ten thousand miles