Fairport Convention - 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 love 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 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