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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life
He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life
He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - Chronicles (2005)
A sailor's life, it is a merry life
He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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from Fairport Convention - Rising For The Moon (Remastered) (2006)
Red and gold and Halloween have passed us by The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky You are so far away and I could touch you if I may But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming anyway You may be lonely, you may be just on your own It could be anywhere, some place that I have know But who am I and do we really live these days at all And are they simply feelings we have learnt and do recall Oh, the sea has made me cry But I love her too, so maybe I love you Tears are only made of salt and water And across the waves the sound of laughter October has gone and left me with a song That I will sing to you although the moment may be wrong Could it be the sea's as real as you and I? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway Could it be the sea's as real as you and I? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway |
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from Fairport Convention - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
Red and gold and Halloween have passed us by The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky You are so far away and I could touch you if I may But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming anyway You may be lonely, you may be just on your own It could be anywhere, some place that I have know But who am I and do we really live these days at all And are they simply feelings we have learnt and do recall Oh, the sea has made me cry But I love her too, so maybe I love you Tears are only made of salt and water And across the waves the sound of laughter October has gone and left me with a song That I will sing to you although the moment may be wrong Could it be the sea's as real as you and I? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway Could it be the sea's as real as you and I? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway |
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from Fairport Convention - Angel Delight (2000)
John the Wood went out one day To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid 'Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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from Fairport Convention - The Cropredy Box (2005)
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid 'Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle He stood and watched a child at play A-tinkling on an old triangle Dave the Drum who was passing by Bought the toy with a coin he'd picked up You should have seen the gleam in his eye As he saw a tune he's gleaned up shined up La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Out in the rain if you want a cup of tea Dodge the puddles in the yard The lord of the land's coming round to complain It's hard The peacock flew to a very high tree He didn't like grass or concrete fairies Put me where the action is I'd rather be with the next-door hairies Simon spied the bathroom door In his hand's a herb shampoo Waiting for the waters raw So little time, so much to do La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand in a line, take a book along There's time for a game of cards Now it's your turn and the water's all gone It's cold The next to appear was the . . . He needs a rest or at least he says so You probably think that he's flipped his lid 'Cos he wears high heels and a snow-white trousseau Five foot three yet he stands so tall And on the ground his feet are never Friends may come and friends may go But the fiddle bill goes on for ever La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la The music room would make you grin It's cold as a freezing pit There's a hole in the wall where a lorry came in Let's split I quite like a breast of chicken And I'm crazy about aspic and roast quails But the sight to make my pulse rate quicken Is a dozen nice fat snails On the other hand, there's Pegg on the bass Whose tastes in food are very much wider You'll see a smile light up his face At a couple of kippers and a glass of cider La la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la Stand on a chair if you want to watch the box The fleas can jump a mile Peer through the haze watching Top Of The Pops And smile |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
You must philosophise
But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in tears Come lend your time to me And you will know that you are free And when you look at me Don't think you're owning what you see For remember that you're free And that's what you want to be So just lend your time to me You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in to ears |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
You must philosophise
But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in tears Come lend your time to me And you will know that you are free And when you look at me Don't think you're owning what you see For remember that you're free And that's what you want to be So just lend your time to me You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in to ears |
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from Fairport Convention - Heyday/ The Bbc Sessions 1968-1969/ Extended (2003)
You must philosophise
But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in tears Come lend your time to me And you will know that you are free And when you look at me Don't think you're owning what you see For remember that you're free And that's what you want to be So just lend your time to me You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying Crying the hours in tears Crying the hours in to ears |
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from Fairport Convention - Angel Delight (2000)
As I walked out on a midsummer's morning For to view the fields and to take the air Down by the banks of the sweet primroses There I beheld a most love lie fair Three short steps, I stepped up to her Not knowing her as she passed me by I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her She appeared to be like some virtuous bride I says "Fair maid, where are you going? And what's the occasion of all your brief? I will make you as happy as any lady If you will grant to me one small relief" "Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver You are a false deceitful man, I know 'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander And in your comfort lies no refrain" So I'll go down to some lonesome valley Where no man on earth shall there me find Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices And every moment blows blusterous wind So come all young men who go a-sailing Pray pay attention to what I say For there's many a dark and a cloudy morning Turns out to be a sunshiny day |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
As I walked out on a midsummer's morning
For to view the fields and to take the air Down by the banks of the sweet primroses There I beheld a most love lie fair Three short steps, I stepped up to her Not knowing her as she passed me by I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her She appeared to be like some virtuous bride I says "Fair maid, where are you going? And what's the occasion of all your brief? I will make you as happy as any lady If you will grant to me one small relief" "Stand off, stand off, you're a false deceiver You are a false deceitful man, I know 'Tis you that has caused my poor heart to wander And in your comfort lies no refrain" So I'll go down to some lonesome valley Where no man on earth shall there me find Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices And every moment blows blusterous wind So come all young men who go a-sailing Pray pay attention to what I say For there's many a dark and a cloudy morning Turns out to be a sunshiny day |
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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 Xavier Rudd - Solace (2004)
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 - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
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 - Heyday/ The Bbc Sessions 1968-1969/ Extended (2003)
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way To be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old-fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons For thee If I have been unkind I hope you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was not unto you Like a baby stillborn Like a beast with its horns I have torn everyone Who reached out for me And I swear by this song And by all I have done wrong That I will make it all Up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden cross He said to me "do not ask for so much" And a woman standing in her darkened door She cried to me "hey, why not ask for more?" Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way To be free |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way To be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old-fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons For thee If I have been unkind I hope you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was not unto you Like a baby stillborn Like a beast with its horns I have torn everyone Who reached out for me And I swear by this song And by all I have done wrong That I will make it all Up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden cross He said to me "do not ask for so much" And a woman standing in her darkened door She cried to me "hey, why not ask for more?" Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way To be free |
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from Fairport Convention - Full House (1970)
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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from Fairport Convention - The Bonny Bunch Of Roses (2007)
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2003)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching
Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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from Fairport Convention - The History Of Fairport Convention (2000)
Breakfast In Mayfair
Fairport Convention The world has surely lost it's head The news is full of crimes. There's robberies in The Telegraph, And there's murders in The Times. And always more obituaries, And even one of these, Concerns the brutal slaughter Of an Old Miss Emma Keys. The police have got their man, they're sure, He never left the scene. Indeed he led the hue and cry, A most unusual thing. An arsonist, a murderer, his soul will soon be frying. He's young, but old enough to kill, But not too young for dying. Now it seams the populus will queue, To see him stand in court. To hear him speak his wicked lies, While smiling at his thoughts. This arrogant young roughian is obviously guilty. Though no where does it say exactly, How or why he killed her. Forget it dear it's not the first, There's bound to be another. The way you carry on You'll have us thinking she's your mother. This man called "Me" has had his day, And soon he'll be forgotten, So put that paper down before your breakfast goes quite rotten. |
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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 - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
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 - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
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 Xavier Rudd - Solace (2004)
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 - Chronicles (2005)
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 - Live Convention (Remastered) [live] (2006)
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 - 25Th Anniversary Pack (2006)
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 - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Unhalfbricking (2003)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Chronicles (2005)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Heyday/ The Bbc Sessions 1968-1969/ Extended (2003)
Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To ?let the window? on his finger in the undertaker's name (Chorus) Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking With all the trouble you've been He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck He never loved a woman in the way you would expect (Chorus) Don't tell him by his father, don't tell him by his name The dogs won't get to heaven, they'll crucify his brain (Chorus) Well, it's welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park Your mama never told you how lucky you are (Chorus |
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from Fairport Convention - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - Fairport Convention (2003)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - Chronicles (2005)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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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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from Fairport Convention - Rhythm Of The Times (2003)
'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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from Fairport Convention - Some Of Our Yesterdays/ Anthology 1985 - 1995 (2005)
'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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from Fairport Convention - Heyday/ The Bbc Sessions 1968-1969/ Extended (2003)
One, two, three
Turn around, don't whisper out my name Like a breeze, it would stir a dying flame I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know And close the door lightly when you go Who was the one that stole my mind? Who was the one that robbed my time? Who was the one who made me feel unkind? See you on the road, sweet love of mine Take your tears from someone else's eyes They're made of glass And they cut like wounded knives Memories, they're drifting like the snow And close the door lightly when you go Who was the one that stole my mind? Who was the one that robbed my time? Who was the one who made me feel unkind? See you on the road, sweet love of mine Who was the one that stole my mind? Who was the one that robbed my time? Who was the one who made me feel unkind? See you on the road, sweet love of mine Turn around, don't whisper out my name For like a breeze, it would stir a dying flame I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know And close the door lightly when you go |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
One, two, three
Turn around, don't whisper out my name Like a breeze, it would stir a dying flame I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know And close the door lightly when you go Who was the one that stole my mind? Who was the one that robbed my time? Who was the one who made me feel unkind? See you on the road, sweet love of mine Take your tears from someone else's eyes They're made of glass And they cut like wounded knives Memories, they're drifting like the snow And close the door lightly when you go Who was the one that stole my mind? Who was the one that robbed my time? Who was the one who made me feel unkind? See you on the road, sweet love of mine Who was the one that stole my mind? Who was the one that robbed my time? Who was the one who made me feel unkind? See you on the road, sweet love of mine Turn around, don't whisper out my name For like a breeze, it would stir a dying flame I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know And close the door lightly when you go |
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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 - Meet On The Ledge: The Classic Years (1967-1975) (2000)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - What We Did On Our Holidays (2000)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - The Cropredy Box (2005)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - Chronicles (2005)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - Heritage (2006)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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from Fairport Convention - Old-New-Borrowed-Blue (1996)
Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking "Your future, your future, I would tell to you Your future, you often have asked me Your true love will die by your own right hand And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be" Michael he ranted and Michael he raved And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh "You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate You speak for the devil that haunts me For is she not the fairest in all the broad land? Your sorceror's words are to taunt me" He took out his dagger of fire and of steel And struck down the raven through the heart-oh The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh "Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead That here'd lie on the ground-oh? I see but my true love with a wound so red" Her lover's heart it did pound-oh Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks And talks to the night and the day-oh But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear And he longs to be far away-oh Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes And asks the wild woods their pardon For his true love is flown into every flower grown And he must be keeper of the garden |
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