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