Farewell Farewell

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.

Farewell, Farewell

Farewell, farewell to you who would hear. You lonely travelers all. The cold north wind will blow again. The winding road does call. And will you never return to see.

Farewell, Farewell

Farewell, farewell to you whod hear. You lonely travelers all. The cold north wind will blow again. The winding road does call. . And will you never return to see.

Fog Round The Figurehead

Flowers In Her Hair

She wore flowers in her hair. And all the town would stare. And all the young girls followed picking up the petals strewn everywhere. And when the flowers died they saw through the disguise.