Текст песни I Have No Time (2015 Remaster) - Bert Jansch
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                spend 
                                                with 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                talk 
                                                of 
                                                nothing, 
                                                what 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                do
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                live 
                                                like 
                                                kings 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                it′s 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                if 
                                                famine 
                                                crossed 
                                                the 
                                                waters 
                                                that'll 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ve 
                                                heard 
                                                of 
                                                people 
                                                who 
                                                till 
                                                the 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                saw 
                                                their 
                                                seeds 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                they're 
                                                worth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                cry 
                                                for 
                                                rain 
                                                all 
                                                summer 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                weep 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                when 
                                                winter's 
                                                passed 
                                                and 
                                                gone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                cherry 
                                                trees 
                                                bore 
                                                fruit 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                birds 
                                                would 
                                                die, 
                                                their 
                                                wings 
                                                would 
                                                fold
 
                                    
                                
                                                They′d 
                                                sing 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                their 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nor 
                                                await 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                sun 
                                                that 
                                                lights 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                above.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                war 
                                                returns 
                                                like 
                                                it 
                                                did 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                kiddy′s 
                                                penny 
                                                would 
                                                be 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                They'd 
                                                cry 
                                                for 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                their 
                                                candy 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    a 
                                                kiddy′s 
                                                wants 
                                                are 
                                                nothing 
                                                'till 
                                                killin′ 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                thru'.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                drink 
                                                your 
                                                fill 
                                                be 
                                                happy 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                times 
                                                will 
                                                change 
                                                and 
                                                you′ll 
                                                wonder 
                                                how
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                man 
                                                could 
                                                die 
                                                from 
                                                lack 
                                                of 
                                                food
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                don't 
                                                give 
                                                    a 
                                                damn, 
                                                no 
                                                reason 
                                                why 
                                                you 
                                                should.
 
                                    
                                 
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7 Needle of Death (2015 Remaster)
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