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Mark Knopfler - Fare Thee Well Northumberland (Remastered 2021)
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Текст песни: Come drive me down to the Central Station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some damned town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where 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 borderland
The north-east shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well, Northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
Bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
So drive me down to the Central Station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some damned town that's God-forsaken
Goodbye, old friend of mine
Although I'll go where 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, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Drive me down to the Central Station
Hate to leave my river Tyne
For some damned town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some damned town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where 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 borderland
The north-east shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well, Northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
Bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not gamble on my coming home
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
So drive me down to the Central Station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some damned town that's God-forsaken
Goodbye, old friend of mine
Although I'll go where 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, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Roll on, Johnny boy, roll
Drive me down to the Central Station
Hate to leave my river Tyne
For some damned town that's God-forsaken
Fare thee well, Northumberland
Although I'll go where lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, Northumberland
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