Farewell Farewell - Mary Black
Written by：Richard Thompson
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 you never return to see
Your bruised and beaten sons
O I would
I would if welcome I were
For they loathe me
Every one
And will you 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 one 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
Farewell farewell
