Roots of Bob


The tune and some of the words are taken from "The Leaving of Liverpool"


Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage
River Mersey, fare thee well
I am bound for California
A place I know right well

So fare thee well, my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
But my darling when I think of thee

I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound

I have signed on a Yankee Clipper ship
Davy Crockett is her name
And Burgess is the Captain of her
And they say she's a floating Hell

I have shipped with Burgess once before
And I think I know him well
If a man's a seaman, he can get along
If not, then he's sure in Hell

Farewell to lower Frederick Street
Ensign Terrace and Park Lane
For I think it will be a long, long time
Before I see you again

Oh the sun is on the harbor, love
And I wish I could remain
For I know it will be a long, long time
Till I see you again

@travel @sea
see also LEAVLIV2
recorded by Lou Killen on 50 South
Judy Collins/3
Clancy Bros Freeborn man
filename[ LEAVLIV1
play.exe LEAVLIV

(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
@travel @love @sea
filename[ LEAVLIV2
play.exe LEAVLIV

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