Farewell, farewell to you who'd hear 
You lonely travelers all 
The cold north wind will blow again 
The winding road does call 

And will you never return to see 
Your bruised and beaten sons 
Oh I would, I would if welcome I were 
For they loathe me every one 

And will you never cut the cloth 
And can you never swear a year 
To anyone but we 

No I will never cut the cloth 
Or drink the light to be 
But I'll swear a year to one who lies 
Asleep along side of me 

Farewell, farewell to you who would hear 
You lonely travelers all 
The cold north wind will blow again 
The winding road does call