Oh, the weather is against me
And the wind's blowing hard
And the rain keeps it turning into hail
But I still might strike it lucky
On the highway going west,
though I'm traveling down
a fast -beaten trail.
So it's very well, my own true love,
we'll meet another day, another time.
It's not be lieving
that's grieving me
But my true love
I'm bound to leave behind
I will write you a letter from time to time
As I'm rambling,
you can travel with me too
With my head, my heart,
and my hands, my love
I will send what I learned back home to you
So it's fairly well, my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leav ing
that's grieving me
But my true love
I'm bound to leave behind
I will tell you of the laughter
and the troubles too
Be they somebody else's or my own
With my hand stuck in my pockets
and my coat collar high
I will travel unnoticed and unknown
So it's fare thee well,
my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the mean ing
that's leaving me
But my true love
I'm bound to leave behind