paroles de chanson Little Did I Think - 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
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
1 The Verdict - Read by A.L. Lloyd
2 Little Did I Think
3 I Was Sixteen
4 John My Son
5 I Was Sixteen - Pt 2.
6 St Ninian's Isle/Trumpet Hornpipe
7 Sailor's Alphabet
8 John Lee
9 Newspaper Reading - (Read by Philip Sterling-Wall)
10 Breakfast In Mayfair
11 Trial Song
12 Cell Song
13 The Time Is Near
14 Dream Song
15 Wake Up John (Hanging Song)
16 Farewell To A Poor Man's Son - BBC TV programme 'The Men They Couldn't Hang'
17 Breakfast In Mayfair (BBC TV programme 'The Men They Couldn't Hang')
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