Fairport Convention Part V Lyrics

Part V Lyrics

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
(Chorus)
John Lee, you're turning around your
plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee, you're turning around your plate
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
(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
"Dear John, come and work 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 she'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"
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
"The customary quiet of
Babbacombe, a residential suburb of
 Torquay, was greatly disturbed early on
Saturday morning
 an
d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a state of
intense
 alarm and terror by one of the most frightful tragedies
 that
human devilment could plan or human fiend could perpe-
 trate.  The name of
the victim was Miss Emma Anne Whitehead
 Keyes, an elder
ly lady of some
sixty-eight years.  The name
 of her home, the scene of her tragedy, was
'The Glen'.  She
 was found early in the morning, lying on her dining
room
 floor.  Her throat had been horribly cut and there were three

wounds on her head.  It
 was evident that her murderer had also

attempted to burn the corpse."