Farewell, Farewell

Continue in low mood; work has presented me with considerable flail, more than I ever banked on; more than I need right now... so, I'm not sure I'll be much of an author for a little while. Not long, I hope, but for now, a little hiatus.

Be Well, one and all... until the next time our paths should cross.

Farewell, farewell to you who would hear

You lonely travellers all

The cold north wind will blow again

The winding road does call

And will you never return to see

Your bruised and beaten sons?

"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were

For they love me, every one"

And will you never cut the cloth

Or drink the light to be?

And can you never swear a year

To anyone of we?

"No, I will never cut the cloth

Or drink the light to be

But I'll swear a year to one who lies

Asleep along side of me"

Farewell, farewell to you who would hear

You lonely travellers all

The cold north wind will blow again

The winding road does call

(C) Warlock Music; reproduced without permission. Lyrics: Richard Thompson