| Song | Farewell |
| Artist | Buffalo Killers |
| Album | Dig. Sow. Love. Grow. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |