COME FARE AWAY



Bright is the morning and brisk is the weather;

Steady the wind o'er the sweet singing sea.

Proudly, the tall ship arrives in the harbor;

Come fare away with me.



Marnie, come fare away,

Come fare away with me;

There's an island of dreams

Over the rolling sea.



Sails at the ready, we're bound for Newfoundland;

Hasten, my darling, and do not delay.

Trees tall and green there, and fish by the millions;

Come fare away with me.



CHORUS



Leave your belongings, for things do but bind us;

Hemmed in, the life here it won't do for me.

Fretting and trouble, we'll leave them behind us;

There is a land that's free.



CHORUS



Lace on your good shoes of stout highland leather;

Bring a warm shawl and a cup for the tea.

There is a new life, we'll build it together;

Come fare away with me.



CHORUS



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Words by Jean Ritchie, melody adapted from an old hymn.

Copyright Geordie Music Publishing, Inc.

Recorded by Ed Trickett on "The Telling Takes Me Home," FSI-46

1972.

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