Farewell, Farewell - Fairport Convention

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