Immaculate Fools - The Leaving Song lyrics

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.