Part I Lyrics - Singles - Fairport Convention

Little did I think when the judge first spoke 

Those awful words to me 

That I would feel again the cold winds blow 

And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe' Lee 

I was born to lead a life of sorrow 

I've friends hang their heads in shame 

Growing tired and weary of the morrow 

Tortured by my terrible name 

When I was fifteen, my father called to me 

Saying "Now you are a man and all men work 

There's a lady and they say her name's Miss Keyes 

Her pony's very old, it needs a nurse" 

For eighteen months I worked for her at ?Hadley Glen? 

She was like a mother to me 

But time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfully 

Of all the other places to be 

There were boats drifting in the harbour 

There were sailors talking in the town 

That's the life for a boy who wants to wander 

For a man who doesn't want to settle down 

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