Farewell, farewell to you who'd hear
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You lonely travellers all.
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The cold North wind will blow again
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The winding road does call.
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And will you never return to see your
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Bruised and beaten sons?
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Oh, I would, I would if welcome I were
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For they loathe me ev'ryone.
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And will you never cut the cloth
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Or drink the light to be?
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And can you never swear a year
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To anyone but we?
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No I will never cut the cloth
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Or drink the light to be,
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But I'll swear a year to one who lies
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Asleep alongside of me.
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(repeat first verse)
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Farewell, Farewell
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| Sandy Denny |
