Farewell, farewell to you who'd hear

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)