Mark Knopfler, Fare Thee Well Northumberland, until wartime

Mark Knopfler, Fare Thee Well Northumberland, until wartime, Lyrics:
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 me 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 to leave, 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
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.

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