(ian hunter)

Fare thee well, gentle maid,
Ill see you on your way;
And the sun will rise tomorrow
And wash my sins away.
For I know that Ive abused you
But I only had a day.
And I know thats 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 losers game,
But then if I am a winner,
Why then am I so ashamed?
If you hear a young dove crying,
Youll know its me to blame.
For I never got her number;
I never knew her name.
Now shes gone - disappeared.
But I hear a young dove crying
3000 miles from here.