Farewell, Farewell
You lonely travellers all.
The cold north winds will blow again
The winding road does call.
And you will never return to see your
Bruised and beaten sons?
Oh, I would, I would if welcome I were
For they loathe me ev'ryone.
And will you never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be?
And can you never swear a year
To anyone but me?
No I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be,
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep alongside of me.
(repeat first verse)
Autor(es): Richard Thompson