| Song | Farewell |
| Artist | Punch Brothers |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Another Day, Another Time Celebrating the Music of "Inside Llewyn Davis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh it’s fare thee well my darlin’ true | |
| I’m leavin’ in the first hour of the morn | |
| I’m bound off for the bay of Mexico | |
| Or maybe the coast of Californ | |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We’ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain’t the leavin’ | |
| That’s a-grievin’ me | |
| But my true love who’s bound to stay behind | |
| Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard | |
| And the rain she’s a-turnin’ into hail | |
| I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin’ west | |
| Though I’m travelin’ on a path beaten trail | |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We’ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain’t the leavin’ | |
| That’s a-grievin’ me | |
| But my true love who’s bound to stay behind | |
| I will write you a letter from time to time | |
| As I’m ramblin’ you can travel with me too | |
| With my head, my heart and my hands, my love | |
| I will send what I learn back home to you | |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We’ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain’t the leavin’ | |
| That’s a-grievin’ me | |
| But my true love who’s bound to stay behind | |
| I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles | |
| Be them somebody else’s or my own | |
| With my hands 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 ain’t the leavin’ | |
| That’s a-grievin’ me | |
| But my true love who’s bound to stay behind | |
| I’ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound | |
| It’s down around the old Mexican plains | |
| They say that the people are all friendly there | |
| And all they ask of you is your name | |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We’ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain’t the leavin’ | |
| That’s a-grievin’ me | |
| But my true love who’s bound to stay behind |
| Oh it' s fare thee well my darlin' true | |
| I' m leavin' in the first hour of the morn | |
| I' m bound off for the bay of Mexico | |
| Or maybe the coast of Californ | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard | |
| And the rain she' s aturnin' into hail | |
| I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west | |
| Though I' m travelin' on a path beaten trail | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| I will write you a letter from time to time | |
| As I' m ramblin' you can travel with me too | |
| With my head, my heart and my hands, my love | |
| I will send what I learn back home to you | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles | |
| Be them somebody else' s or my own | |
| With my hands 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 ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| I' ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound | |
| It' s down around the old Mexican plains | |
| They say that the people are all friendly there | |
| And all they ask of you is your name | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind |
| Oh it' s fare thee well my darlin' true | |
| I' m leavin' in the first hour of the morn | |
| I' m bound off for the bay of Mexico | |
| Or maybe the coast of Californ | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard | |
| And the rain she' s aturnin' into hail | |
| I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west | |
| Though I' m travelin' on a path beaten trail | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| I will write you a letter from time to time | |
| As I' m ramblin' you can travel with me too | |
| With my head, my heart and my hands, my love | |
| I will send what I learn back home to you | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles | |
| Be them somebody else' s or my own | |
| With my hands 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 ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind | |
| I' ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound | |
| It' s down around the old Mexican plains | |
| They say that the people are all friendly there | |
| And all they ask of you is your name | |
| So it' s fare thee well my own true love | |
| We' ll meet another day, another time | |
| It ain' t the leavin' | |
| That' s agrievin' me | |
| But my true love who' s bound to stay behind |