You lonely travelers 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 loathe me, every one"
And will you never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be?
And can you never swear a year
To any one of we?
-Fairport Convention / Liege & Lief (1969)
-written by Richard Thompson
