The Turtle Dove - Nigel Perrin/David Parsons
Fare you well my dear I must be gone
And leave you for a while
Though I roam away I'll come back again
Though I roam ten thousand miles my dear
Though I roam ten thousand miles
So fair art though my bonney lass
So deep in love as I
But I never will prove false to the bonney lass I love
Till the stars fall from the sky my dear
Till the stars fall from the sky
O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove
He doth sit on yonder high tree
A making a moan for the losee of his love
As I will do for thee my dear
As I will do for thee