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 Or drink the light to be 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