Farewell, farewell to you who'd hearYou lonely travellers all.The cold north winds will blow againThe winding road does call.And you will never return to see yourBruised and beaten sons?Oh, I would, I would if welcome I wereFor they loathe me ev'ryone.And will you never cut the clothOr drink the light to be?And can you never swear a yearTo anyone but me?No I will never cut the clothOr drink the light to be,But I'll swear a year to one who liesAsleep alongside of me.(repeat first verse)