| G | Am | Bb | C | |
| Fare you well, my | honey, | fare you well my only true | one. |
| G | Dm | Bb | C | |
| All the birds that were | singing are | flown, except you | alone |
| F | Bb | |
| Going to leave this | Brokedown Palace, |
| F | Dm | Bb | F | Gm | |
| On my hand and | knees, I will | roll, | roll, | roll |
| F | A | Bb | F | |
| Make myself a | bed by the | waterside, |
| F | G | Bb | F | |
| In my time, in my | time, I will | roll, r | oll, roll |
| F | A | Bb | F | G | |
| In a bed, | in a bed, by the | waterside I will | lay my | head |
| F | G | Bb | F | |
| Listen to the river | sing sweet songs to | rock my | soul |
| Thanks to the original poster. |
| Peace, |
| Paul Z |