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 never return to see You bruised and beaten sons Oh I would, I would if welcome I were For they loathe me one. And will 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. Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north winds will blow again The winding road does call.