| Song | Farewell To Tarwathie |
| Artist | Judy Collins |
| Album | Forever - An Anthology |
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| Lyrics:Judy Collins Music:Judy Collins | |
| Farewell to Tarwathie | |
| Adieu Mormond Hill | |
| And the dear land of Crimmond | |
| I bid you farewell | |
| I'm bound off for Greenland | |
| And ready to sail | |
| In hopes to find riches | |
| In hunting the whale | |
| Farewell to my comrades | |
| For a while we must part | |
| And likewise the dear lass | |
| Who first won my heart | |
| The cold coast of Greenland | |
| My love will not chill | |
| And the longer my absence | |
| More loving she'll feel | |
| Our ship is well rigged | |
| And she's ready to sail | |
| The crew they are anxious | |
| To follow the whale | |
| Where the icebergs do float | |
| And the stormy winds blow | |
| Where the land and the ocean | |
| Is covered with snow | |
| The cold coast of Greenland | |
| Is barren and bare | |
| No see time nor harvest | |
| Is ever known there | |
| And the birds here sing sweetly | |
| In mountain and dale | |
| But there's no bird in Greenland | |
| To sing to the whale | |
| There is no habitation | |
| For a man to live there | |
| And the king of that country | |
| Is the fierce Greenland bear | |
| And there'll be no temptation | |
| To tarry long there | |
| With our ship under full | |
| We will homeward repair | |
| Farewell to Tarwathie | |
| Adieu Mormond Hill | |
| And the dear land of Crimmond | |
| I bid you farewell | |
| I'm bound off for Greenland | |
| And ready to sail | |
| In hopes to find riches | |
| In hunting the whale |
| Lyrics: Judy Collins Music: Judy Collins | |
| Farewell to Tarwathie | |
| Adieu Mormond Hill | |
| And the dear land of Crimmond | |
| I bid you farewell | |
| I' m bound off for Greenland | |
| And ready to sail | |
| In hopes to find riches | |
| In hunting the whale | |
| Farewell to my comrades | |
| For a while we must part | |
| And likewise the dear lass | |
| Who first won my heart | |
| The cold coast of Greenland | |
| My love will not chill | |
| And the longer my absence | |
| More loving she' ll feel | |
| Our ship is well rigged | |
| And she' s ready to sail | |
| The crew they are anxious | |
| To follow the whale | |
| Where the icebergs do float | |
| And the stormy winds blow | |
| Where the land and the ocean | |
| Is covered with snow | |
| The cold coast of Greenland | |
| Is barren and bare | |
| No see time nor harvest | |
| Is ever known there | |
| And the birds here sing sweetly | |
| In mountain and dale | |
| But there' s no bird in Greenland | |
| To sing to the whale | |
| There is no habitation | |
| For a man to live there | |
| And the king of that country | |
| Is the fierce Greenland bear | |
| And there' ll be no temptation | |
| To tarry long there | |
| With our ship under full | |
| We will homeward repair | |
| Farewell to Tarwathie | |
| Adieu Mormond Hill | |
| And the dear land of Crimmond | |
| I bid you farewell | |
| I' m bound off for Greenland | |
| And ready to sail | |
| In hopes to find riches | |
| In hunting the whale |
| Lyrics: Judy Collins Music: Judy Collins | |
| Farewell to Tarwathie | |
| Adieu Mormond Hill | |
| And the dear land of Crimmond | |
| I bid you farewell | |
| I' m bound off for Greenland | |
| And ready to sail | |
| In hopes to find riches | |
| In hunting the whale | |
| Farewell to my comrades | |
| For a while we must part | |
| And likewise the dear lass | |
| Who first won my heart | |
| The cold coast of Greenland | |
| My love will not chill | |
| And the longer my absence | |
| More loving she' ll feel | |
| Our ship is well rigged | |
| And she' s ready to sail | |
| The crew they are anxious | |
| To follow the whale | |
| Where the icebergs do float | |
| And the stormy winds blow | |
| Where the land and the ocean | |
| Is covered with snow | |
| The cold coast of Greenland | |
| Is barren and bare | |
| No see time nor harvest | |
| Is ever known there | |
| And the birds here sing sweetly | |
| In mountain and dale | |
| But there' s no bird in Greenland | |
| To sing to the whale | |
| There is no habitation | |
| For a man to live there | |
| And the king of that country | |
| Is the fierce Greenland bear | |
| And there' ll be no temptation | |
| To tarry long there | |
| With our ship under full | |
| We will homeward repair | |
| Farewell to Tarwathie | |
| Adieu Mormond Hill | |
| And the dear land of Crimmond | |
| I bid you farewell | |
| I' m bound off for Greenland | |
| And ready to sail | |
| In hopes to find riches | |
| In hunting the whale |