LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL (new version)

(Bob Dylan)



Fare thee well, my own true love

I'm leaving the first hour of the morn

I'm bound for the Bay of Mexico

Or maybe the coast of Californ



So fare thee well, my own true love

We'll meet another day, another time

It's not the leaving that's grieving me

But my own true love who's bound to stay behind



The weather is against me, the wind blows hard

And the sun she's turning into hail

But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West

Tho I'm traveling a path, beating a trail



I'll write you a letter from time to time

As I'm rambling you can travel with me too

With my hands and my head and my heart, my love

I will send what I know back to you



There's a place that I heard of where I might as well be bound

Down round the Mexico plain

And they say that the people all are friendly there

All they ask of you is your name



I'll tell you of the laughter and the trouble

Be they someone else's or my own

With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar turned high

I will travel unnoticed and unknown



Copyright Warner Brothers, Inc.

A Bob Dylan rewrite of a traditional song

see also LEAVLIV1

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