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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Come all you wild young men
and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month of May When I, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade To the East Indies we were bound to plunder the raging main And it's many the brave and a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave Ah, for Freeport we did steer, our provisions to renew When we did spy a bold man of-war sailing three feet to our two Oh, she fired across our bows, Heave to and don't refuse Surrender now unto my command or else your lives you'll lose And our decks they were sputtered with blood and the cannons did loudly roar And broadside and broadside a long time we lay till we could fight no more And a thousand times I wished myself alone all alone with my Polly on the shore She's a tall and a slender girl with a dark and a-rolling eye And here am I, a-bleeding on the deck and for a sweet saint must lie Farewell, my family and my friends, likewise my barley too I'd never have crossed the salt sea wide if I'd have been ruled by you And a thousand times I saw myself again, all alone with my Polly on the shore |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
When love, with unconfined wings, hovers within my gates
And my ?divine now fear? brings to whisper at my grates When I lie tangled in her hair and fettered with her eye Birds that wanton in the air know no such liberty When flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying ?tense? Our careless heads with roses crowned, our hearts with royal flames When first decreeth in wine we steep when healths and rafts run free Fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty Stone walls do not a prison make not iron bars a gate Minds innocent and quiet take that as a hermitage If I have freedom in my love and in my soul am free Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
He never put a foot wrong
Until the day Joe met Big William He made him an offer but he often was wrong I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much Hey Joe, hear what I say You want my time, I ain't giving away Go make the money you want some other way I don't want to go to Peru Don't leave ?Delhi, you're any guru? I don't like work and I don't like you I'll tell you where to stick it, said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much I'll tell you where to stick it said Big William to Joe You can put it where the monkey sticks his nuts I wouldn't give you fourpence for your lousy rotten dough And, anyway, you haven't got that much |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired The reins to his hands they are tied The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might Learn to slow down and drift with the tide (Chorus) It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go And your spirit lies close to the ground Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find A friend there who'll help pull you round (Chorus) You have to agree, it's not easy to see A sheep underneath all that fleece If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like It's a big world, you're only one piece (Chorus) Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Don't say you caught me,
if you don't need me Then I'll walk away, come on make up your mind Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me cause I know your games and they're the same games as mine Feels like a break-up, you're taking up time Don't say you told her, you? still you love her Oh, that's where you've been, I hadn't seen all the signs You swear you've changed then you tell me again That it's you I can trust, for you must think that I'm blind Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time Stop all the schooling, just keep it cool and Believe what I say though it may seem unkind Too late for pleading ? I just want some peace? And go find a new friend cause it's the end of the line Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time Don't say you caught me, if you don't need me Then I'll walk away, come on make up your mind Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me 'cause I know your games and they're the same games as mine Why don't you wake up? You're taking up time |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Dylan
I woke up this mornin', there were tears in my bed They killed a man I really loved, shot him the head Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Sent him off to prison for a seventy-dollar robbery Closed the door behind him and threw away the key Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. He wouldn't take shit from no one, he wouldn't bow down or kneel Authorities, they hated him because he was just too real Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Prison guards, they hitted him as they cursed him from above But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard Some of us are prisoners, the rest of us are guards Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down Lord, they laid him in the ground. |
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(Chorus)
Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues The coach that I ride has a horseman who's tired The reins to his hands they are tied The one to alight, if he's lucky, he might Learn to slow down and drift with the tide (Chorus) It's ever so low when there's nowhere to go And your spirit lies close to the ground Take a long look behind, I'm sure you'll find A friend there who'll help pull you round (Chorus) You have to agree, it's not easy to see A sheep underneath all that fleece If you'll take my advice, stick with people you like It's a big world, you're only one piece (Chorus) Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain Sometimes you win Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Green-Montgomery
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh down the Eastern seaboard I got my diesel wound up and she's a-running like never before There's a speed zone ahead alright but I can't see a cop in sight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. I got ten forward gears and a George Overdrive I'm takin' little white pills and my eyes are opened wide And I just passed a Jimmy and White, been passing everything in sight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, the FBI is checkin on down the line Well, I'm a little overweight but my log books way behind But nothing bothers me tonight, I'm gonna dodge all the scales allright Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye I could have a lotta women but I'm not like some other guys I could find me one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. My rigs a little old but that don't mean she's slow There's a good flame blowing from her smoke stack black as coal Well, my home town's comming in sight and if you think I'm happy you're right Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
As I was a-walking down Radcliffe highway
A recruiting party came a-beating my way They enlisted me and treated me till I did not know And to the Queen's barracks they forced me to go When first I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel comrade informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, they help upon me And the sentence passed upon me, three hundred and three May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me When next I deserted, I thought myself free Until my cruel sweetheart informed against me I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me Court martial, court martial, then quickly was got And the sentence passed upon me, that I was to be shot May the Lord have mercy on them for their sad cruelty For now the Queen's duty lies heavy on me Then up rode Prince Albert in his carriage and sticks Saying "Where is that young man whose coffin is fixed? Set him free from his irons and let him go free For he'll make a good soldier for his Queen and country |
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from Fairport Convention - Nine (1973)
Away with the buff and the blue
And away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there aside her While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue Away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
"Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?" Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea" The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command "An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be" "Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm" They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand "Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again" "Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land" Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
Please, Mr Lacey,
let me work your loving machine Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles, you know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Can you fix me up now with a teacher, I wanna become an inventor too Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? It's true no one here understands now but maybe someday they'll catch up with you |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod Leave your mistress, she won't need to find you Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone Take me to the mountains for my pleasure And if the dead man won't depart, drive a stake into his heart And let me ere deliver him his leisure When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun Come on with the few and leave the many There you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand He'll show you a good time for a penny |
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from Fairport Convention - Farewell, Farewell (1979)
We used to say
That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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from Fairport Convention - Gladys' Leap (1985)
The Hiring Fair
(Ralph McTell) Well, I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour. I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour. Imagine then my delight when the farmer picked us both. I spoke not a word on the cart to the farm, but my heart beat in my throat. Well, my lodgings were dry and my master fair, and I gave him full measure. But my envy grew like the corn in the field, for in his house was my treasure. I'd watch her carry water or drive cows from the byre, And the heat from the sun made the corn grow strong, and with it my desire. Well, I'd see her in my dreaming, and in my dreams caress Her eyes, her lips, and her dark brown hair, the curves beneath her dress. When harvest time it came at last, so heavy was the task, That the women and the men worked side by side, and I had her near at last. So I swung harder with my scythe. Few words between us passed. And I cursed my tongue-tied youthfulness and hoped that she'd hear my heart. When all was safely gathered in, and we sat down to rest, My trembling fingers touched her arm and she placed them on her breast. And then she turned to me as the sun went down, and all my senses reeled, As we lay there on the scented ground and the moon rose over the field. Hmmm.... Well she was safely gathered in my arms when from the barn Drifted the sound of a violin and we hurried back to the farm. And all were dancing in the lantern light and music filled the air, And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon and the girl from the hiring fair. And all were dancing in the lantern light and music filled the air, And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon and the girl from the hiring fair. |
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from Fairport Convention - Red & Gold (1988)
Red and Gold are royal colours
Peasant colours are green and brown Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing Red and gold when the harvest is cut down. Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course And the willows weep into its waters clear My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born And raised in faith my King and God to fear. In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby It did not occur to me that little Cropredy Could be witness to the meeting of both sides On June the 29th that year I was about my work Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow Upon the brown earth and the corn still green Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow And quickly soak into the greedy ground In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow And faint I knew that I must lay me down At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head So I raised myself above the hedge to see And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy Now the King's men fought in red and gold though Cromwell's men were plainer The blood they spilled was coloured just the same Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother And all of this was done in Jesus' name All that day and all the next the battle it was raging Though when darkness came I slipped away But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying In my bed until the dawning of the day And the dreams I had were red and gold And the little stream became a flood From all my brothers killing one another Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell With no markers to declare their place of rest But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown And to my mind they do declare it best And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold And the poppies in the field again remind me Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on this land And the hungry earth so eager to confine me For read and gold they are the colours One is blood and one is power Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing And the willows by its side still gently weep But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep And the dreams I have are red and gold And the little stream becomes a flood From all my brothers killing one another Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood |
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from Fairport Convention - Red & Gold (1988) | |||||
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from Fairport Convention - Red & Gold (1988)
London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me First time that I set my eyes upon her I tell no lie, upon my honor Sights and sounds that made my heart a shiver Then I saw her on the London River, oh London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me Signed to my master in the 1930's The hours were long and the work was dirty Out in the Indies where the rum is brewed Had me a drop and got me kidneys too London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me Signed for a while on the old rasover Some of them the stewards they'll blow you over Lipstick and makeup and all that muck You walk like a woman and they call you duck London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me First time that I set my eyes upon her Tell no lie, upon my honor Sights and sounds that made my heart a shiver Then I saw her on the London River, oh London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me |
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from Fairport Convention - Jewel In The Crown (1995)
We are a proud land, we stand for freedom
we've got the franchise, on how to lead them we've got the history, and books to prove it give us the mountain, and we will move it we rule the waves, and, the seven seas, we bring the mighty, to thier knees we offer hope, and inspiration a fine example, to lesser nations we are Britania, jewel in the crown we brought a system, to the masses divide a nation, into classes it's in our breeding, and on our faces, at least we're all born, knowing our places we stay within our, social borders we only take what, our class affords us it doesn't matter, that it's not even this is the nature, of the demon we are Britania, jewel in the crown [chorous] we are Britania we crowned an empire we came and conqured we tore thier borders down we need no conscience god is on our side we are Britania jewel in the crown [short bridge] we are your friendly, liberators we'll free you countries, from your dictators for a small slice, of your oil wells we'll send our boys in, with thier bombshells we are a refuge, for the needy always caring, never greedy whatever gesture, could be finer we've given Hong Kong, back to China we are Britania, jewel in the crown [chorous] jewel in the crown jewel in the crown jewel in the crown |
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from Fairport Convention - Jewel In The Crown (1995)
Slip Jigs And Reels
He was barely a man in his grandfather's coat Sewn into the lining a ten shilling note Goodbye to the family Farewell to the shore ‘Till I taste good fortune you'll see me no more Now the boat on the ocean tossed like a cork Then one fine mornin' they sighted New York He stood on the gangplank and breathed in the air A lowland aplenty I've come for my share And he did like the ladies, their eyes and the fall of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor Rollin' the dice, and spinnin' the wheels But he took most delight in the slip jigs and reels There's talk of a pistol, and some say a knife But all have agreed there was somebody's wife Dreadful commotion, a terrible fight He left a man dead and ran into the night On a train to St Louis, just one jump ahead He slept one eye open, a sixgun in bed He dreamt of the mountains and great fields of home Crossing the plain where the buffalo roam CHORUS A bad reputation's a hard thing to bear Mothers pour scorn, and children they stare So he found consolation in flash company Things ain't so bad with a girl on each knee Oh, they called him The Kid, and by 21 All that he knew was the power of the gun And by 23, he'd shot 5 men down that got in his way as he rambled around CHORUS Theres bones on the desert and buzzards that fly In the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die But in manners of cruelty, it must be said A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead It was wild mescaleros I heard someone say In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe And the young buck was taken, dressed in a coat And inside the lining a ten shilling note CHORUS |
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As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure,
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. I didn't hear her dainty step as she appeared before me: A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me. "Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon." (chorus) All you roving fellows listen, while you can, Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. All you roving fellows listen, while you can, Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water, As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter. So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her. Said I was the only son of a country farmer. "Your hands they are a smooth as silk, they never touched a plough sir And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows." She looked at me with mocking eyes as coal-black as a raven And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon. (chorus) Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter, Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter. When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken, With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon. In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires, Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars. Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver; A lady's voice was calling out: "Stand-to and deliver!" (chorus) "Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me. It's Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree." She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols, And reliever the London coach of the gold of Bristol. And it's up she's mounted on my horse and rode into the distance And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance. No more I'll play the highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on, I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon. (chorus) As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure, I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. |
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Well I've been away such a long time now
And my life has changed so much And I broke my promise that no matter how I would always keep in touch I could hear the whistle of the telephone wires I could hear the trains roll by If I can hear the whistle and the engine's whine Why can't I hear you cry That home is where the heart is Who's that knocking on your front door? Is it the friend that you never knew? Well why don't you make sure That home is where the heart is Three short steps & I'll be there Into the arms of the one you love And never roam no more Well you tracked me down to this foreign town Your long distance call came through And a voice that I'd not heard for years Said, Darlin', is that you? And a voice of my own said, I'll be there When I get these wheels to start And it's not my promise that I'll break this time But someone else's heart 'Cause home is where the heart is Guess who's knocking at your front door? Is it the friend that you never knew? Well why don't you make sure That home is where the heart is Take those steps across the floor Into the arms of the one who loves you And never roam no more |
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from Fairport Convention - Jewel In The Crown (1995)
Cohen
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. |
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from Fairport Convention - The Five Seasons (1990)
'Twas on one summer's evening all in the month of May
Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray I overheard a young maid in sorrow to complain All for her handsome sailor boy who ploughed the raging main I boldly stepped up to her and put her in surprise I'll vow she did not know me, I being all in disguise Says, I'm a charming creature, my joy and heart's delight How far have you to travel this dark and stormy night? Away kind sir, to the Claudy Banks if you will please to show Pity her poor girl distracted, oh, there I have to go I am in search of a young man and Johnny is his name Along the banks of Claudy, I'm told he does remain 'Tis six long moths on batter, since your true love left the shore In passing the wide ocean where French's cannons roar And crossing the wide ocean with honor and for gain I'm told his ship was wrecked all on the coast of Spain On hearing of this dreadful news, it put her in despair With a wringing of her hands and a tearing of her hair Oh, since he's gone and left me, no other man I'll take Oh, on the banks of Claudy I'll wander for his sake Oh, my heart was filled with joy that night, I could no longer stand I fell into her arms, crying, "Betsy, I'm that man I am your faithful young man, whom once you thought was slain Now, since we've met on Claudy Banks, we'll never part again" |
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