Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers 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 loath me, everyone 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 never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be But I'll swear a year to one who lies Asleep alongside of me Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call