Fare Thee Well
Who can Tell
If we’ll ever meet again
Fare thee well
Fare thee well my friend
Like the sun
Moon and stars
Setting high upon the hill
Its been good
Resting here a spell
Pour me out of your hand oh Lord
O’er the Mountains like a sigh
Tumbling river winding to the fiord
Windy fountains springing forth from on high
I must go
Don’t you know
For the way has split in two
You’ve been true
Neath the skies of blue
Flying Lark
On the wing
Darting round the fields of grain
Joy and pain
A new day begin
May the wind fare thee well my friend
One and all, fly ye like the wren
Far above the way of common men
In the peaceful place of the great - I Am.
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