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.