when it comes, he cannot sleep...
Singer:fairport convention
the time is near for things to pass
but as i lie here all alone
the twenty years i've spent on earth could end in so much grief
that the many friendly faces should now stare hatefully
a letter home to mother and a letter home to dad
another for my sweetheart
a lock of hair to cling to is all that will remain
and the grave inside this prison yard
a stone that bears no name
my trials and tribulations are nearly now all gone
a murderer i never was and my spirit will live on
help me in this troubled time
this hour of trouble deep
help me find my peace of mind
sleep has surprised mr lee
we'll creep in behind his eyes and
we'll follow his dreams and we'll stroll in his mind
john's in the garden all green
the hound and the fox can be seen
a willow tree leaving its branches to ground
is breathing in time to a bell's hollow sound
their numbers have swelled
the sun in the east is the lord of the feast to be held
the doomed and the dutiful tread on the dew
with frost on their faces and shine on their shoes
looking to earth and to sky
john stares at john walking slowly along with a sigh
the hand of a stranger takes hold of his arm
and a voice in his ear says they'll do you no harm"