Or drink the light to be?
Your bruised and beaten sons?
You lonely travelers all
Farewell, farewell to you, who would hear
And can you never swear a year
To anyone of we?
And will you never cut the cloth
Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were
And will you never return to see
The winding road does call
The cold north wind will blow again
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
For they love me, every one
Asleep along side of me
No, I will never cut the cloth
The cold north wind will blow again
Or drink the light to be