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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 he 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.