Fare Thee Well Northumberland

Fare Thee Well Northumberland
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
La canción 'Fare Thee Well Northumberland' de Mark Knopfler nos sumerge en un viaje emocional a través de la nostalgia y el amor por la tierra nativa. Con una profunda conexión con su River Tyne, el narrador expresa su tristeza al tener que abandonar Northumberland, su hogar querido...