Song | Farewell To Tarwathie |
Artist | Judy Collins |
Album | Forever - An Anthology |
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Lyrics:Judy Collins Music:Judy Collins | |
Farewell to Tarwathie | |
Adieu Mormond Hill | |
And the dear land of Crimmond | |
I bid you farewell | |
I'm bound off for Greenland | |
And ready to sail | |
In hopes to find riches | |
In hunting the whale | |
Farewell to my comrades | |
For a while we must part | |
And likewise the dear lass | |
Who first won my heart | |
The cold coast of Greenland | |
My love will not chill | |
And the longer my absence | |
More loving she'll feel | |
Our ship is well rigged | |
And she's ready to sail | |
The crew they are anxious | |
To follow the whale | |
Where the icebergs do float | |
And the stormy winds blow | |
Where the land and the ocean | |
Is covered with snow | |
The cold coast of Greenland | |
Is barren and bare | |
No see time nor harvest | |
Is ever known there | |
And the birds here sing sweetly | |
In mountain and dale | |
But there's no bird in Greenland | |
To sing to the whale | |
There is no habitation | |
For a man to live there | |
And the king of that country | |
Is the fierce Greenland bear | |
And there'll be no temptation | |
To tarry long there | |
With our ship under full | |
We will homeward repair | |
Farewell to Tarwathie | |
Adieu Mormond Hill | |
And the dear land of Crimmond | |
I bid you farewell | |
I'm bound off for Greenland | |
And ready to sail | |
In hopes to find riches | |
In hunting the whale |
Lyrics: Judy Collins Music: Judy Collins | |
Farewell to Tarwathie | |
Adieu Mormond Hill | |
And the dear land of Crimmond | |
I bid you farewell | |
I' m bound off for Greenland | |
And ready to sail | |
In hopes to find riches | |
In hunting the whale | |
Farewell to my comrades | |
For a while we must part | |
And likewise the dear lass | |
Who first won my heart | |
The cold coast of Greenland | |
My love will not chill | |
And the longer my absence | |
More loving she' ll feel | |
Our ship is well rigged | |
And she' s ready to sail | |
The crew they are anxious | |
To follow the whale | |
Where the icebergs do float | |
And the stormy winds blow | |
Where the land and the ocean | |
Is covered with snow | |
The cold coast of Greenland | |
Is barren and bare | |
No see time nor harvest | |
Is ever known there | |
And the birds here sing sweetly | |
In mountain and dale | |
But there' s no bird in Greenland | |
To sing to the whale | |
There is no habitation | |
For a man to live there | |
And the king of that country | |
Is the fierce Greenland bear | |
And there' ll be no temptation | |
To tarry long there | |
With our ship under full | |
We will homeward repair | |
Farewell to Tarwathie | |
Adieu Mormond Hill | |
And the dear land of Crimmond | |
I bid you farewell | |
I' m bound off for Greenland | |
And ready to sail | |
In hopes to find riches | |
In hunting the whale |
Lyrics: Judy Collins Music: Judy Collins | |
Farewell to Tarwathie | |
Adieu Mormond Hill | |
And the dear land of Crimmond | |
I bid you farewell | |
I' m bound off for Greenland | |
And ready to sail | |
In hopes to find riches | |
In hunting the whale | |
Farewell to my comrades | |
For a while we must part | |
And likewise the dear lass | |
Who first won my heart | |
The cold coast of Greenland | |
My love will not chill | |
And the longer my absence | |
More loving she' ll feel | |
Our ship is well rigged | |
And she' s ready to sail | |
The crew they are anxious | |
To follow the whale | |
Where the icebergs do float | |
And the stormy winds blow | |
Where the land and the ocean | |
Is covered with snow | |
The cold coast of Greenland | |
Is barren and bare | |
No see time nor harvest | |
Is ever known there | |
And the birds here sing sweetly | |
In mountain and dale | |
But there' s no bird in Greenland | |
To sing to the whale | |
There is no habitation | |
For a man to live there | |
And the king of that country | |
Is the fierce Greenland bear | |
And there' ll be no temptation | |
To tarry long there | |
With our ship under full | |
We will homeward repair | |
Farewell to Tarwathie | |
Adieu Mormond Hill | |
And the dear land of Crimmond | |
I bid you farewell | |
I' m bound off for Greenland | |
And ready to sail | |
In hopes to find riches | |
In hunting the whale |