One evening as I rambled among the springing thyme I overheard a young woman converse with Reynardine Her hair was black her eyes were blue her lips were
Ah the bars on the harbour they turn on their lights In the water the moon is swimming round The heat's made me lazy, I'm finished for the night I head
poor hearts is all we ask. (Sung) On the skyline the tall ships sail by, Bound for London, their decks piled high; Fruits of warmer lands, Passing through our hands
We've been together A hundred nights and more Put ten thousand miles on the clock But the year is almost over And other voices call And so this journey
cliffs, get down to the shore. Scratch Joe Public - What's underneath? A looter, and a pirate, and a thief. All those boxes washed off the deck, Right through the hand
I ran away from padstow town And shipped aboard a whaler Way haul away, We'll haul away Joe Because the girl i courted there Would only have a sailor
Born in a Devonshire seaside town 21 years ago, Failed At school, broken home, you know the scars will show, My girl Amy just 19, wants to be a nurse
not mend His yard is full of his machines One night in the dark I didn't make the bend And Terry was the first one on the scene With hands as rough
no cause to doubt Her promise to return to me Before the year was out, Before the year was out. Season after season fell With no hand at my door I fell
It was ten years ago we did a show in a pub in Yeovil town but no one came we were packing in the rain hungry, we went to look around It was late and
Tommy fell asleep before the firemen came Which was good because they scared him anyway And all they ever found were the mice inside the fridge In a box with some cheese and a hand
In the sun burnt fields I saw you and my world span around (and I) Thought to myself I am falling Then I walked through town I found you at the end of
returned to the Inn But the landlord said that the last thing seen Was a boy and a girl out on the moor That was all he knew and he showed me the door
In the faces under the skin Of all those who've worked this land You'll find the traces of all who've been They lie so close to hand Let the borders
Smile she said Turn to the camera don't close your eyes Don't look so worried don't look so surprised In the faraway days before all the lies She said
blows of size and scale Foot and mouth the final nail The coffin of our English dream Lies out on the village green While agri-barons CAP in hand Strip
This land is bar-ren and bro-ken, Scarred like the face of the moon Our tongue is no lon-ger spo-ken And the Towns all a-round face ruin Will there be
Translation: Show Of Hands. The Preacher.