Farewell, Farewell

Farewell, farewell to you who would 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 any one of 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