FARE THEE WELL, NORTHUMBERLAND & THE PURPLE WAVE Songtext
von The Cottars
FARE THEE WELL, NORTHUMBERLAND & THE PURPLE WAVE Songtext
Come Drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my River Tyne
For some damn town that′s god-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She′ll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
My heart beats for my streets and alleys
Longs to dwell in the borderlands
The north-east shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well, Northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
I′m bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
So drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my River Tyne
For some damn town that′s god-forsaken
Goodbye old friend of mine
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She′ll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
So roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
I hate to leave my River Tyne
For some damn town that′s god-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She′ll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
My heart beats for my streets and alleys
Longs to dwell in the borderlands
The north-east shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well, Northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
I′m bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
So drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my River Tyne
For some damn town that′s god-forsaken
Goodbye old friend of mine
Although I'll go where the lady takes me
She′ll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
So roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
Writer(s): Claire Pettit, Mark Knopfler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com