Bert Jansch - Legend The Classic Recordings (2005) by Bert Jansch (보컬) on maniadb.com

Come back baby
Please do not go
How much I love you
You never know

Come back baby
Talk it over one more time

Love you woman
You know that I do
Love you baby
All the way through

Come back baby
Talk it over one more time

I woke up this mornin'
Baby you've gone
Is there any crime without doubt?

Come back baby
Talk it over one more time

Come back oh, to me
Love you baby
Oh, set me free

Come back baby
Talk it over one more time

Come back girl
Please do not go
How much I love you
You never know

Come back baby
Talk it over one more time

Come walk the streets of crime
And colour bright the corners
Of love with the earth

See the dazzling nightlife grow
Beyond the dawn and burning
In the heart of Soho

Hear the market cries
And see their wares displayed
Through the window of your soul

Come watch the naked dance
That spins before your very eyes
Naked like the sun

Step inside where men before
Have drunk to fill to senseless
Till the dreams fade and die

And free and easy
Does the blood red wine come flowing
From the glass to your veins

And the midday dream is silent
Thou gardens where you're resting
From the troubles of your mind

And though the sun is burning brightly
All within the gardens
Are the sleeping oris dead

And through the afternoon
The buzzing bees do harmonise
Through the rushing sale daylight

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freedom fighters, speak with your tongues
Sing with the might of the wind
In your lungs, do you hear me now?

My mama told me, papa said it too
"Son, the world's divided and you know
Your cause is true", do you hear me now?

Can you see those mushrooms seed and burst
Spreading through our valleys breeding hunger
Breeding thirst. Do you hear me now?

Snowmen in the winter, blossoms in the spring
If they drop the bomb in the summertime
It don't mean a doggone thing
Do you hear me now?
Do you hear me now?

Freedom fighters speak with your tongues
Sing with the might of the wind
In your lungs, do you hear me now?
Do you hear me now?

One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side
'twas in gazing all, all around me
The Irish lad I spied

All through the far part of the night
We lay in sport and play
Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes
Saying fare-thee-well today

That's not the promise that you gave to me
When first you lay on my breast
You could make me believe with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the West

Well then go home to your father's garden
Go home and weep your fill
And think on your own misfortune
That you've brought with your wanton will

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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