Lyrics Barbara Allen (Live) - Frank Turner
It
being
the
springtime
of
the
year
The
flowers
were
freshly
blooming
A
young
man
from
my
home
country
Fell
in
love
with
Barbara
Allen
This
young
man
took
sick
and
went
to
bed
And
he
called
out
for
Barbara
Allen
She
came
to
him
and
softly
said:
Young
man
I
think
you
are
dying
I
am
not
dying!
the
young
man
said
One
kiss
from
you
would
cure
me
One
kiss
from
me
you'll
never
see
Though
I
thought
that
you're
heart
was
breaking
Or
do
you
not
remember
last
Sunday
night
Out
in
the
ballroom
dancing
You
danced
all
night
with
the
village
whore
And
you
slighted
Barbara
Allen
So
she
went
back
to
her
father's
house
And
she
heard
the
church
bell
tolling
And
each
toll
that
the
bell
did
ring
Called
out
for
Barbara
Allen
Now
she'd
not
gone
back
so
very
far
When
she
saw
the
funeral
coming
Lay
down,
lay
down
the
corpse
she
cried
So
that
I
may
gaze
upon
him
Oh
father,
father,
dig
my
grave
And
dig
it
deep
and
narrow
A
young
man
died
for
me
today
I
shall
die
for
him
tomorrow
So
they
both
were
buried
in
the
old
churchyard
But
she
was
buried
higher
And
from
her
grave
a
red
rose
grew
And
from
his
grave
a
brier
1 Live Fast, Die Old
2 The Road (Live)
3 Long Live the Queen
4 Substitute - Live
5 Try This At Home - Live
6 Dan's Song - Live
7 The Real Damage (Live)
8 Poetry of the Deed - Live
9 Nashville Tennessee - Live
10 Our Lady Of The Campfire - Live
11 Smiling At Strangers On Trains - Live
12 Sons of Liberty (Live)
13 Barbara Allen (Live)
14 Love, Ire And Song - Live
15 Fathers Day - Live
16 I Knew Prufrock Before He Was Famous - Live
17 Journey Of The Magi - Live
18 The Ballad of Me and My Friends (Live)
19 Reasons Not To Be An Idiot - Live
20 Photosynthesis - Live
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