Pentangle, John Renbourne - Pentangling [compilation] (2004) by Pentangle (보컬), John Renbourne (보컬), Bert Jansch (보컬) on maniadb.com

Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna to get there my way
Dusk 'till dawn I'm walking
Can you hear my guitar rockin'?
While I stroll on down, on down the highway

People think I'm a crazy
But lord above ain't lazy
The sun shines all day long
The garlic's far too strong
While I stroll on down, on down the highway

While I stroll on down, on down the highway

The cars won't stop for no one
They'd all think your just a rollin' bum
They think you are a spy
Gonna shoot them as a they go by
No, the cars they won't stop, won't stop for no one

Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna to get there my way
Dusk 'till dawn I'm walking
Can you hear my guitar rockin'?
While I stroll on down, on down the highway

Runnin' runnin' from home,
Breakin' ties that you'd grown
Catchin' dreams from the clouds

The city sounds burn your soul
Turn your head to the cries
Of loneliness in the night

Just like a fly when it's caught
The spider soon takes it's prey
Spins a dance round your heart

Give me your beauty and age
A pleasure pleasing my mind
Your heart will shatter and fall

Step on pavements so old
Cast a glance at the young
Girls a-making their way

The passing image of you
Reflects a pain to my heart
And disappears in a crowd

Runnin' runnin' from home
Breakin' ties that you'd grown
Catchin' dreams from the clouds

When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free
When things go wrong each day
You fix your mind to a€?scape your misery

Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death

How strange, your happy words
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes
Of friends that you once had walked among

Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death

One grain of pure white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
In peace your mind withdraws
Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain

Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death

Your mother stands a'cryin'
While to the earth your body's slowly cast
Your father stands in silence
Caressing every young dream of the past

Your troubled young life
Had made you turn
To a needle of death

Through ages, man's desires
To free his mind, to release his very soul
Has proved to all who live
That death itself is freedom for evermore

And your troubled young life
Will make you turn
To a needle of death

Drawing water from the well,
spilling over on the grass,
walking homeward,
my heart is filled with pain,
woe -oh oh oh oh is me,
go your way my love,
go your way my love.

Drawing water from the well,
spilling over on the grass,
walking homeward,
my heart is filled with pain,
woe -oh oh oh oh is me
go your way my love,
go your way my love.

I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines
Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?

I know that I might die from poison
Invisible hanging there in the sunlight
And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?

If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy
For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery

He called for a candle to light him to bed
And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head
To tie up his head as sailors will do
And he said my Pretty Polly will you come too

Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm
For to lie into bed to keep herself warm
And what was done there I will never disclose
But I wish that short night had been seven long years

Next morning this sailor so early arose
And into my apron three guineas did throw
Saying take this I will give and more I will do
If you'll be my Polly wherever I go

Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king
And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring
She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame
And remember my service in Rosemary Lane

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I
Till a sailor came there one night to lay
And that was the beginning of my misery