The winding road does call
Your bruised and beaten sons?
To anyone of we?
No, I will never cut the cloth
You lonely travelers all

For they love me, every one
The cold north wind will blow again
The winding road does call
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
And will you never cut the cloth
Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were

Or drink the light to be
Farewell, farewell to you, who would hear
Or drink the light to be?
And will you never return to see
Asleep along side of me
The cold north wind will blow again
And can you never swear a year