Текст песни Fairport Convention - Part Ix
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The time is near for things to pass, the time for me to leaveBut as I lie hear all alone, I really can`t believeThat twenty years I`ve spent on earth would end in so much griefThat the many friendly faces should now stare hatefullyA letter home to mother and a letter home to dadAnother to my sweetheart, for whom I feel so sadA lock of hair to cling to is all that will remainAnd the grave inside this prison yard, a stone that bears no nameMy trials and tribulations are nearly now all goneA murderer I never was and my spirit will live onJesus, help me in this troubled time, this hour of trouble deepHelp me find my peace of mind, help me Lord, to sleep