Letras
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers 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
Or drink the lie to be?
And can you never swear a year
To anyone but we?
Oh, I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the lie to be
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep alongside of me
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all
The cold north wind will blow again
The winding road does call