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- - LYRICS/CHORDS BELOW - - - This song features twice throughout the series "Turn: Washington's Spies" - in episode 3x03 and 4x03. Although both versions were done by Iron & Wine, they differ somewhat. In my acoustic cover, I tried to combine them (I styled the guitar pattern somewhat after the version in 3x03 and the singing/melody more after the version in 4x03). Aside from that, it's a traditional 18th-century English folk ballad that's also called "Fare Thee Well" (more info: https://mainlynorfolk.info/lloyd/song.... There's a beautiful arrangement of the song by Ralph Vaughan Williams that I highly recommend checking out! (I especially like this performance of it: • The Turtle Dove by R. Vaughan Williams sun... ) Okay, now for the chords and lyrics, mostly styled after the version played in episode 4x03. CHORDS: (I played them on Capo 6) First verse: Am / Dm / C / Em Am / Dm / Am Am / Dm / C / Em (2x) Am / Dm / Am Every other verse: Am / Dm / C / Em (4x) Am / Dm / Am LYRICS: Fare you well my dear I must be gone and leave you for a while If I roam away I'll come back again Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear Though I roam ten thousand miles So fair though art my bonney lass So deep in love am I But I never will prove false to the bonney lass I love Till the stars fall from the sky my dear Till the stars fall from the sky The sea will never run dry my dear Nor the rocks never melt with the sun But I never will prove false to the bonney lass I love Till all these things be done my dear Till all these things be done O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove He doth sit on yonder high tree A making a moan for the loss of his love As I will do for thee my dear As I will do for thee