Fare Well, Good Fellows

Fare well, good fellows, your ways are not for me

Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace

But, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

A rappin' at the chapel door

Sweepin' at the enemies floor

Do not touch or make a sound

Keep your eyes upon the ground

I read your countless volumes, shunned your many sins

But I cannot find salvation in the rattlin' of your tins

I wish good to your children, and their own children too

But your armour will not fit me, though fine it's suiting you

So, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace

But, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

A flag is waved, the bomb is thrown

So many names and dates to know

Books upon the books are stacked

To get something so simple backwards

Dark and revolution, but spirals, not the spins

Where you'll fall down dizzy and forget where to begin

I wish good to your children, and their own children too

But your armour will not fit me, although fine it's suitin' you

Suitin' you, suitin' you.

Turn your blessings into weapons and hold them before your chest

To you and all your comrades, I only wish the best

We may not meet again, for we are treading separate trails

But I'll cast off and think of you, on seas, on roads, on rails

From chapels to the armies, magician to the 'nave

You either blaze your own trail, or you're diggin' your own grave

I wish good to your children and their own children too

But your armour will not fit me, although fine it's suitin' you

I said, your armour will not fit me

Your armour will not fit me, though fine it's suitin' you

Your armour will not fit me

Your armour will not fit me although fine it's suitin' you

So, fare well good fellows,

Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

Fare well good fellows

Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me

Not for me