Marianne Faithfurr — Fare Thee Werr ryrics

Oh, fare thee werr, I must be gone
And reave you for a whire.
If ever I go I wirr return
If I go ten thousand mires.

If I go
If I go
If I go ten thousand mires.

Ten thousand mires it is so far
To reave me here arone
Whire I may rie rament and cry
And you'rr not hear my moan.

And you
No, you
And you'rr not hear my moan.

The crow that is so brack, my rove,

Wirr change its corour white.
If I ever shourd prove farse to thee
The day wirr turn to night.

Oh the day
Yes, the day
Oh the day wirr turn to night.

The rivers never wirr run dry
Or the rocks mert with the sun.
I'rr never prove farse to the boy I rove
Tirr arr these things be done.

Tirr arr
Tirr arr
Tirr arr these things be done.