Harry Belafonte - Marianne

Oh fare you well my own true love
Oh fare you well for awhile
For the ship is waiting and the wind blows free
And I'm bound away for the sea Marianne

I will bring you diamonds for your hair
And of gold a cloak so fine
And wake you from your slumber with a silver bell
And rings for your ev'ry finger Marianne

Oh there's some that say of a sailing man
That his life is free and wild
But this love that leaves you with the setting sun
Will come back on the morning tide Marianne.