Fare thee well, gentle maid, I'll see you on your way; And the sun will rise tomorrow And wash my sins away. For I know that I've abused you But I only had a day. And I know that's why you left me In your own sad little way - I am gone - disappeared But I hear a young dove crying 3000 miles from here.
Some would say you were a loser 'Cause you play a loser's game, But then if I am a winner, Why then am I so ashamed? If you hear a young dove crying, You'll know it's me to blame. For I never got her number; I never knew her name. Now she's gone - disappeared. But I hear a young dove crying 3000 miles from here.
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