Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
Oh I would, I would if welcome I were
And will you never cut the cloth
Asleep along side of me
To anyone but we
For they loathe me every one
The winding road does call
No, I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be
The winding road does call
You lonely travelers all

Or drink the light to be
The cold north wind will blow again
And can you never swear a year
The cold north wind will blow again
And will you never return to see
But I’ll swear a year to one who lies

Your bruised and beaten sons