Texty piesní Fairport Convention

Fairport Convention

John Lee

John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's blowing

But the sea's without a ripple

John Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles cramp

And the sea can't use a cripple

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee's been made a freeman, his heart's a seaman

But his flesh won't make a sailor

Working in a big hotel, waiting for the bell

That's ringing for his labour

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, your chances are good, you better touch wood

We think things must get better

John Lee, you've a friend so true, she wants to help you

Miss Keyes has sent a letter

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

"Dear John, come and work at The Glen, just write me when

And I'll send someone to meet you"

John's gone to where he started from, he's not worked long, just beginning to belong

"It hasn't been a very good day, the missus wants to halve my pay

Close the door and douse the light, it's quiet at night when he's tucked in tight

Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's almost like the whole world's dead

So I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my soul to keep"

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee

John Lee, you're turning around your fate again

Oh, John Lee