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from Fairport Convention - Encore Encore (2010)
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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from Fairport Convention - Encore Encore (2010)
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 - Encore Encore (2010)
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 - Encore Encore (2010)
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 - Encore Encore (2010)
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 - 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 - Liege & Lief (2009)
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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Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call And will you never return to see Your bruised and beaten sons? 'Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were For they love me, every one' And will you never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be? And can you never swear a year To anyone of we? 'No, I will never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be But I'll swear a year to one who lies Asleep along side of me' Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green I overheard a young woman Converse with Reynardine Her hair was black, her eyes were blue Her lips as red as wine And he smiled to gaze upon her Did that sly old Reynardine She said, "Kind sir, be civil My company forsake For in my own opinion I fear you are some rake" "Oh no," he said, "no rake am I Brought up in Venus' train But I'm seeking for concealment All along the lonesome plain" "Your beauty so enticed me I could not pass it by So it's with my gun I'll guard you All on the mountains high" "And if by chance you should look for me Perhaps you'll not me find For I'll be in my castle Inquire for Reynardine" Sun and dark, she followed him His teeth did brightly shine And he led her up a-the mountains Did that sly old Reynardine |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green I overheard a young woman Converse with Reynardine Her hair was black, her eyes were blue Her lips as red as wine And he smiled to gaze upon her Did that sly old Reynardine She said, "Kind sir, be civil My company forsake For in my own opinion I fear you are some rake" "Oh no," he said, "no rake am I Brought up in Venus' train But I'm seeking for concealment All along the lonesome plain" "Your beauty so enticed me I could not pass it by So it's with my gun I'll guard you All on the mountains high" "And if by chance you should look for me Perhaps you'll not me find For I'll be in my castle Inquire for Reynardine" Sun and dark, she followed him His teeth did brightly shine And he led her up a-the mountains Did that sly old Reynardine |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
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 - Liege & Lief (2009)
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 - Liege & Lief (2009)
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 - Liege & Lief (2009)
I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carter Hall but they leave him a pledge Either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up there came young Tam Lin says "Lady, pull no more" "And why come you to Carter Hall without command from me?" "I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to her father as fast as go can she Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild "Oh, and alas, Janet," he said, "I think you go with child" "Well, if that be so," Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she "Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin," she said, "why came you here to dwell?" "The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself But tonight is Hallowe'en and the faery folk ride Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must buy So first let past the horses black and then let past the brown Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town For I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake But hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold But hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight" In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win Then up spoke the Faery Queen, an angry queen was she Woe betide her ?ill-fought? face, an ill death may she die "Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this knight I did see I have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree |
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from Fairport Convention - Liege & Lief (2009)
I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carter Hall but they leave him a pledge Either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up there came young Tam Lin says "Lady, pull no more" "And why come you to Carter Hall without command from me?" "I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to her father as fast as go can she Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild "Oh, and alas, Janet," he said, "I think you go with child" "Well, if that be so," Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she "Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin," she said, "why came you here to dwell?" "The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself But tonight is Hallowe'en and the faery folk ride Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must buy So first let past the horses black and then let past the brown Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town For I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake But hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold But hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight" In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win Then up spoke the Faery Queen, an angry queen was she Woe betide her ?ill-fought? face, an ill death may she die "Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this knight I did see I have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree |
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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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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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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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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)
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)
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)
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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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)
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)
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)
Take care daughter dear
Don't dream on many gallant men tonight Take care daughter dear For a doctor comes to steal your books in the dead of night" Every ?sign? in here So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight "Oh, father dear I dreamed last night a man sat on my bed And I fear When I awoke I could not find my maidenhead" Every ?sign? in here So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight He'll have you all You fine young ladies, pure as fallen snow He'll have you all If you think upon improper things, the doctor will know Every ?sign? in here So wear your relic near Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight Doctor Monk unpacks his trunk tonight |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Rain comes from the east one night
We watch it come To hang like beaded curtains till the morning sun Water dripping from our clothes You, with raindrops on your nose Ask me sadly, "Please don't go away, love" "Till the rain is done," I say, "I'll stay now" Rain outside but inside we don't mind at all Shadows by the fire Slowly climb and fall Kisses fade and leave no trace Whispers vanish into space None will send me on a chase to nowhere What matters if I were the first to go there? Morning comes up from the east We watch it come And far away now rolls the angry rain god's drum You, with daybreak in your eyes Afraid to speak for telling lies I watch you search for some reply to lend me But when the rain is done we'll stop pretending |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call. The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown. Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before, To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door, But those days will last no more. Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away, Much farther than these islands, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call. The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun, And in a lonely moment those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown. Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before, To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door, But those days will last no more. Tomorrow at this hour she will be far away, Much farther than these islands, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there
Sunny day, braiding white flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote 'I love you' in my finest hand Wanted to send it but I don't know where I stand Telephone, even the sound of your voice is still new All alone in Carolina and talking to you And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned Guess it's too early 'cos I don't know where I stand Crickets talk, courting their ladies in star-dappled green Crickets talk, until the morning comes up like a dream All muted and misty, so drowsy now, I'll take what sleep I can I know that I miss you but I don't know where I stand Know that I miss you but I don't know where I stand |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blues eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there (Instrumental) |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
If I were rich enough
To make you need me as much as I need you If I could pitch enough You'd realise what a little country bread can do Well, if my ma had come very far And if my pa was an oil-rig big-wig around our money town If I were rich enough To give you entertainment in the manner that you've been accustomed to If I could stitch enough I'd save you nine and throw in a Dixie too Well, if I knew that you'd give me good times too And if I knew that the loved one that I love loved me too If I were rich enough To make you need me too If I were rich enough To see you pretty, looking like a scene I'd dream If you were bitch enough You'd leave me here, a king without a queen Well, if you do, if you leave your little boy blue If you do, I'll shut you and you'll shout and you'll know it too If I were rich enough To have a for every single day I'll wake And if I acted rough You'd want me more than just for wanting's sake Mmmmm, that ain't so, I'll always be this way Feelings grow, do the time when the sun shines then we'll know If I were rich enough To make you need me too |
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O here we are just you and me
The folks have gone to bed Cat's put out, the fire's stoked up And the fish have all been fed There's no one to disturb us So put down your coffee mug Let's get to work, come over here And join me on the rug And we can do that thing, do that thing, do it all night long If you feel good, you know it can't be wrong O George you are demanding And you always get your way But I really don't feel up to it I've had a lousy day The office was exhausting My boss is such a creep You know I'd love to, really But now I need some sleep So we can do that thing, do that thing, do it all night long If you feel good, you know it can't be wrong O won't you come on Ethel Where's your sense Of the gay, abandoned fun Don't get uptight The time is right And the evening's just begun Well you know the fun that we had last night You said it was a groove Let's get to work down here right now ‘Cause I'm feeling in the mood To just do that thing, do that thing, do it all night long If you feel good, you know it can't be wrong O your fingers may be aching My bones feel that way too Control yourself a little And slow down you wild one you My father wouldn't like me to So I'm showing you the door I'll see you George tomorrow And we'll limbo dance some more Do that thing, do that thing, do it all night long If you feel good, you know it can't be wrong If you feel good, you know it can't be wrong |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Jack O'Diamonds, one-eyed knave On the move, hits the street Bumps his head, on the ground Well, he's a scout, you're born to lose Shouldn't stay Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds This one-eyed prince, wears a ?single love? Oh sure, he's not that lovely Jack O'Diamonds broke my hand Left me here to stand Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to land Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card Jack O'Diamonds is a high card Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card But it ain't hard enough Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches Jack O'Diamonds but then it switches Colour by picture but it's only a ten Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play Jack O'Diamonds, yeah Jack O'Diamonds This one-eyed prince, wears a ?single love? Oh sure, he's not that lovely Jack O'Diamonds broke my hand Left me here to stand Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card to play Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card Jack O'Diamonds is a high card Jack O'Diamonds is a hard card But it ain't hard enough Jack O'Diamonds can open for riches Jack O'Diamonds but then it switches Colour by picture but it's only a ten Jack O'Diamonds |
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You generals all and champions bold that takes delight in fields
That knocks down churches and castle walls but now to death must yield We must go and face our daring foes and with a sword and shield I often fought with my merry men but now to death must yield I am an Englishman by birth, Lord Marlborough is my name And I was brought up in London town, a place of noted fame I was ?beside? by all my men, kings and princes likewise And then all the towns we took to all the world's surprise King Charles the Second I did serve to face our foes in France And at the battle of . . . we boldly did advance The sun was down, the earth did quake, so loudly did he cry "Fight on, my boys, for old England's sake, we'll conquer or we'll die" But now we gain for victory and bravely kept the field We took great numbers of prisoners and forced them all to yield That very day my horse got shot, 'twas by a musket ball And as I mounted up again, my aide-de-camp did fall Now I on a bed of sickness lie, I am resigned to die You generals all and champions bold stand true as well as I "Stand true my lads and ?bright? no man but fight with courage bold" I led my men through smoke and fire but never ?slight? with gold |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
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 - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Light up light up
Light up your lazy blue eyes Moons up nights up Taking the town by surprise Night time night time Day left an hour ago City light time Must you get ready so slow There are places to come from and places to go Night in the city looks pretty to me Night in the city looks fine Music comes spilling out into the street Colors go flashing in time Take off take off Take off your stay-at-home shoes Break off shake off Chase off those stay-at-home blues Stairway stairway Down to the crowds in the street They go their way Looking for faces to greet But we run on laughing with no one to meet Night in the city looks pretty to me Night in the city looks fine Music comes spilling out into the street Colors go waltzing in time |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town When the king and the queen and the company mourn Come a-walking behind And riding before Come a stark naked drummer A-beating the drum With his hands on his bosom come marching along Sat down on a hard, hard cold frozen stone Ten thousand around me Yet I was alone Took my hat in my hands For to keep my head warm Ten thousand got drownded that never was born In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town |
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When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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He used to be the only man I would see
He used to be the only good man for me Oh, he used to be my one sure thing Look at me now, what you see, it isn't me Look at me now, just a leaf without a tree Oh, he used to be my one sure thing My man, he doesn't care for me And what he does, he doesn't do for me And when I need something To him, it doesn't mean a thing You know he used to be my one sure thing My man, he doesn't care for me And what he does, he doesn't do for me And when I need something To him, it doesn't mean a thing You know he used to be my one sure thing |
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Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep"
Turn, turn, turn again "Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Tell me the trouble, tell me once to my ear" Turn, turn, turn again "Joliet prison and ninety-nine years" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Oh, what's the charge of how this came to be?" Turn, turn, turn again "Manslaughter in the highest degree" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind I sat down and wrote the best words I could write Turn, turn, turn again Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind Without a reply, I left by the moon Turn, turn, turn again And was in his chambers by the next afternoon Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Would you tell me the facts," I said without fear Turn, turn, turn again "That a friend of mine could get ninety-nine years" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "A crash on the highway, flew the car to a field" Turn, turn, turn again "There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "But I knew him as good as I'm knowing myself" Turn, turn, turn again "And he wouldn't harm a life that belonged to someone else" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind The judge he spoke out of the side of his mouth Turn, turn, turn again Saying "The witness who saw, he left without doubt" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "That may be true, he's got a sentence to serve" Turn, turn, turn again "But ninety-nine years he just don't deserve" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Too late, too late, for his case it is sealed" Turn, turn, turn again "His sentence it is passed and cannot be repealed" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "But he ain't no criminal and his crime it is none" Turn, turn, turn again "What happened to him could happen to anyone" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind At that the judge jumped forward and his face it did freeze Turn, turn, turn again Saying "Could you kindly leave my office now please?" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind His eyes looked funny and I stood up so slow Turn, turn, turn again With no other choice except for to go Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam Turn, turn, turn again I walked down the courthouse stairs and did not understand Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind And I played my guitar through the night to the day Turn, turn, turn again And the only tune my guitar could play was "The Old Cruel Rain And The Wind |
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Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize Poor Will on the gallows tree Never a cruel word did say Oh that a good man Should be treated this way Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly No purse for a ??? No true love come over the stile The debt of a poor man He'll pay in awhile Poor ladies, poor gentleman Born of a sorry degree Will you laugh with the hangman When he comes for his fee? Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly Rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
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 - Live At The Bbc (2007)
One evening as I rambled
Among the leaves so green I overheard a young woman Converse with Reynardine Her hair was black, her eyes were blue Her lips as red as wine And he smiled to gaze upon her Did that sly old Reynardine She said, "Kind sir, be civil My company forsake For in my own opinion I fear you are some rake" "Oh no," he said, "no rake am I Brought up in Venus' train But I'm seeking for concealment All along the lonesome plain" "Your beauty so enticed me I could not pass it by So it's with my gun I'll guard you All on the mountains high" "And if by chance you should look for me Perhaps you'll not me find For I'll be in my castle Inquire for Reynardine" Sun and dark, she followed him His teeth did brightly shine And he led her up a-the mountains Did that sly old Reynardine |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
I travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky For that's the way it is, that is my fortune There are many ears to please, many people's love to try And every day's begun rising for the moon There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell For that's the way it is, that is my fortune I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell With the sinking of the sun, rising of the moon: Rising for the moon, the sun has set and it is dark But the star of the enchanted tune is bright as any spark The of the dusk regail the evening lark Whose every day does start rising for the moon We travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky For that's the way it is, that is our fortune There are many ears to please, many people's love to try And every day's begun rising for the moon |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Swarbrick
In know Rosie, You're living in a world you didn't make And I know it's hard feeling happy When the things you want aren't even there to take (Chorus:) Come on Rosie, rosin up the bow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Lie down cozy and let's learn to take things slow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Of my Rosie Come on, my Rosie, rosin up the bow. Throw away your uniform Now's the time to take things by the hand Come on in and take your coat off Settle down and listen to the band And ain't that grand, Rosie (Chorus) |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Nicol
Evening's dawning, missed the morning, Slept the afternoon. Half the day's gone, still I laze on, Got no silver spoon. But there's someone out there somewhere, Some girl with my other side. She won't know me, but she'll show me How to treat another heart. Life is bedlam if you let them Kick and put you down. They will race you, beat, disgrace you, Push your face into the ground. But you can get out of there somehow, She will show you how it's done. She's no lady, but she made me Feel that I need a crown. I'll repay her and convey her my realities. She'll respond with, condescend with trivialities. For she doesn't have to think of For too long to read my mind. She's a winner, no beginner, She's a friend of mine. |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
C'est pas que je te demande De faire que tu n'as jamais fait C'est seulement qui'il fait trop tard Et il fait trop noir pour trouver la porte Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit C'est pas que je te demande De prendre part dans ce jeu C'est seulement je n'ai pas de montre Demande toujours le par contre Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit Tu sais j'aurai t put mal Et aussi mauvaise intentions Si je t'empche des le faire Ce que vraiment tout esprs Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si onn, tu dois rester la nuit La la la .... Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit **This song is Bob Dylan's 'If You Gotta Go, Go Now'. Here's the original: Listen to me, baby, There's something you must see. I want to be with you, gal, If you want to be with me. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm questionin' you. To take part in any quiz. It's just that I ain't got no watch An' you keep askin' me what time it is. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. I am just a poor boy, baby, Lookin' to connect. But I certainly don't want you thinkin' That I ain't got any respect. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. You know I'd have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too, If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm wantin' Anything you never gave before. It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon, It'll be too dark for you to find the door. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
I do hate to see a rover crippled in the stones
Now he's one step nearer to the ground And I do hate to see a hawker broken in the bones Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down Everybody's got the sickness, everybody's down Running to the doctor with a pound "Doctor, doctor, do you have a needle big enough for me?" Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down (instumental break) Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down My friend Billy, well he looks so ill, his face is white as milk Everybody runs for miles when he's in town He's got every known disease and some without a name Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down If you want to live to be a poor man or a prince Pay good attention when evil times abound Always listen to what your mother says and stay in bed at night Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down Sickness and diseases pull you down |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
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 - Live At The Bbc (2007)
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 - Live At The Bbc (2007)
I am a sailor, both stout and strong
To a goodly vessel I do belong Well guard and anchored and well equipped Sir William Gower and a very fine ship Our captain in his cabin lay When a dreadful voice to him did say "This night with me in the deep you'll be So prepare yourself and your company" The sky grew dark and the sea grew still Though the men were fearful and the air was chill Sir William rose to meet his men Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again" "I loved my mother when she was alive And to my sister I gave babies five I killed my wife and her children three So I now must face what has come for me" "You'll lash a timber close to my side And throw me out on the water wide And if I swim then let me be But if I sink them pray for me" So we tied his head and we tied his feet And around his middle a winding sheet At every knot the sea did stir Grew ready for the murderer And then we saw his open grave The likeness of a single wave That swept our ship from her stern to her bow And bore away Sir William Gower |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Some sweet day, some sweet day
I'm gonna hold you like I want to I'm gonna kiss you like I want to I'm gonna love you like I need to Some sweet day Some sweet day you will say That you have started dreaming of me That you love no one else above me, I'll find a way to make you love me, Some sweet day I hope it won't be long Till I can take you and make you my very own Cause can't you see I get so tired Of wishing and dreaming alone Some sweet day, some sweet day You'll get that twinkle in your eye, love You're gonna look at me and sigh, love And then you tell me that you're my love Some sweet day (repeat last verse) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BOUDLEAUX BRYANT, FELICE BRYANT <i>Lyrics © HOUSE OF BRYANT PUBLICATIONS</i> |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Suzanne takes you down to a place near the river
You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you want to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think that maybe you'll trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. And Jesus was a sailor When He walked upon the water And He spent a long time watching From His lonely wooden tower And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him He said "All men shall be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But He Himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with Him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust Him For He's touched your perfect body with His mind. Suzanne takes you down to a place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Amid the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning And they're leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust her For you've touched her perfect body with your mind |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carter Hall but they leave him a pledge Either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up there came young Tam Lin says "Lady, pull no more" "And why come you to Carter Hall without command from me?" "I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to her father as fast as go can she Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild "Oh, and alas, Janet," he said, "I think you go with child" "Well, if that be so," Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she "Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin," she said, "why came you here to dwell?" "The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself But tonight is Hallowe'en and the faery folk ride Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must buy So first let past the horses black and then let past the brown Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town For I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake But hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold But hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight" In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win Then up spoke the Faery Queen, an angry queen was she Woe betide her ?ill-fought? face, an ill death may she die "Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this knight I did see I have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carter Hall but they leave him a pledge Either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up there came young Tam Lin says "Lady, pull no more" "And why come you to Carter Hall without command from me?" "I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to her father as fast as go can she Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild "Oh, and alas, Janet," he said, "I think you go with child" "Well, if that be so," Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she "Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin," she said, "why came you here to dwell?" "The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself But tonight is Hallowe'en and the faery folk ride Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must buy So first let past the horses black and then let past the brown Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town For I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake But hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold But hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight" In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win Then up spoke the Faery Queen, an angry queen was she Woe betide her ?ill-fought? face, an ill death may she die "Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this knight I did see I have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
My mind keeps on telling me that this is no good
And my heart is aching, that tells me I should But only time will show the wiser I've fallen in love with a girl that's not mine If I take her it will hurt him, a very best friend of mine But I know that I need someone, to hold, to love And my mind says I shouldn't but my heart says I should And I don't know which to go by, my mind or my heart And this is so confusing, it's tearing me apart Time, it will show the wiser Well, I wish someone would help me, this decision is mine And my morals and emotions are hard to combine And there is no easy way out to limit the time That it takes till she finds out for the love that I hide And I don't know which to go by, my mind or my heart And this is so confusing, it's tearing me apart Time, it will show the wiser Time, it will show the wiser Time, it will show the wiser |
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from Fairport Convention - Live At The Bbc (2007)
Stopped awhile this morning on my way back home
I had to realize this time that I'd be all alone 'Cause she's moving somewhere far away not slow And though I tried so hard to please her She said she really had to go Even though this time it really hurts me bad I've been through similarities It's not the first break I've had Just can't let it bring me down too low 'Cause I tried so hard to please her There must be something more to know Never thought that we would find our end this way It seemed that everything was going fine Still with all the things that I can do or say It won't change the fate I know so well is mine So I'll stop again and look right past the pain Because I've been in love before and I can love again While she's moving somewhere far away not slow Although I tried so hard to please her She said she really had to go (Instumental) Stopped awhile this morning on my way back home I had to realize this time that I'd be all alone 'Cause she's moving somewhere far away not slow And though I tried so hard to please her She said she really had to go |
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