marianne

Harry Belafonte

Oh fare you well my own true love
Oh fare you well for awhile
For the ship is waiting and the wind blows free
And Iââ?¬â?¢m bound away for the sea Marianne

I will bring you diamonds for your hair
And of gold a cloak so fine
And wake you from your slumber with a silver bell
And rings for your evââ?¬â?¢ry finger Marianne

Oh thereââ?¬â?¢s some that say of a sailing man
That his life is free and wild
But this love that leaves you with the setting sun
Will come back on the morning tide Marianne.