Lyrics:
With kings and foolsAnd knaves in towThe leaving songHas far to goThey shake your headAnd rattle your bonesWith shallow truthsAnd hollow hopesThe leaving songThe leaving songThe leaving songIf this winter is hardWhere will you goThe snow may fallAnd the wind may blowOn a pair of good bootsAnd a brand new coatThe eyes may feastBut the purse can't ownThe leaving songThe leaving songThe leaving songYou could sail to FranceOn a leaky boatGo down to SpainAnd warm your toesTake a long timeIf you go by roadBut time is tallWhen you're on your ownThe leaving songThe leaving songThe leaving songSo wipe your tearsAnd blow your noseCurse this lifeYou never choseCurse this rainCurse this friend and foeCome on bootsSteady we goThe leaving songThe leaving songThe leaving song