Lyrics

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, 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 about the glen, but time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfully, 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

Song details

Artist: fairport convention