farewell farewell

farewell

farewell to you who would hear

you lonely travellers all

the cold north winds will blow again

the winding road does call

and will you never return to see

your bruised and beaten sons

o i would

i would if welcome i were

for they loathe me every one

and will you never cut the cloth

nor drink the light to be

and can you never swear a year

to anyone but he

no i will never cut the cloth

nor drink the light to be

but i'll swear a year to he who lies

asleep alongside of me