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.