Farewell (Live)

Farewell (Live) - Bob Dylan

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 california

So it's fare thee well my own true love

We'll meet another day another time

It ain't the leaving

That's a grieving me

But my true love who's 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 traveling on a path beaten trail

So it's fare thee well my own true love

We'll meet another day another time

It ain't the leaving

That's a grieving me

But my darling who's bound to stay behind

I've heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound

It's down around the old mexican plains

They say that the people are all friendly there

And all they ask of you is your name

So it's fare thee well my own true love

We'll meet another day another time

It ain't the leaving

That's a grieving me

But my darling who's bound to stay behind