Farewell my own true love,
Farewell a little while,
I'm goin' away but I'll come again,
Though I go ten thousand mile.

Ten Thousand mile, my love,
Through England, France and Spain;
My roving mind will never rest
Till I see your face again.

Oh don't you see that dove
That flies from vine to vine.
A mourning for his own true love,
Just as I mourn for mine.

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Source: Singing Together, Summer 1978, BBC Publications

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