Immaculate Fools The Leaving Song
With kings and fools
And knaves in tow
The leaving song
Has far to go
They shake your head
And rattle your bones
With shallow truths
And hollow hopes
The leaving song
The leaving song
The leaving song
If this winter is hard
Where will you go
The snow may fall
And the wind may blow
On a pair of good boots
And a brand new coat
The eyes may feast
But the purse can't own
The leaving song
The leaving song
The leaving song
You could sail to France
On a leaky boat
Go down to Spain
And warm your toes
Take a long time
If you go by road
But time is tall
When you're on your own
The leaving song
The leaving song
The leaving song
So wipe your tears
And blow your nose
Curse this life
You never chose
Curse this rain
Curse this friend and foe
Come on boots
Steady we go
The leaving song
The leaving song
The leaving song