Farewell - Buffalo Killers

We feel pains when you smile

When you talk, set words on fire

Lay down, see what remains

All ashamed and all unwell

There was no luck in mine

So they ran away

There was no luck in mine

So they ran away

Good morning, my lady well

Looks they drained my pain and left

Before golden drum, farewell, my lady bell

There was no luck in mine

So they ran away

There was no luck in mine

So they ran away

Farewell, my lady bell

You’re my saint

Farewell, my lady well