Water of dreams
Lyrics
Got to Be With You
Sell my house, I’m gonna sell my carJust gotta be where you areGotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with youI gotta stay with you.
And I won’t listen to what my friends sayI made up my mind I’m gonna do it my way
Gotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with youI gotta stay with you.
Burnt my bridges so I can’t turn backIf I got you there aint nothing I lackGotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with youI gotta stay with you.
Maybe they were right you were only jokingBut a heart that’s never been in loveIs poorer than a heart that has been broken.
So I will listen to my heartTell me that you’re trueMaybe it is lying but I gotta be with you.Gotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with youI gotta stay with you.
Sell my house, I’m gonna sell my carJust gotta be where you areGotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with youI gotta stay with you.
Burnt my bridges so I can’t turn backBut if I got you there aint nothing I lackGotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with youI gotta stay with you.I gotta be with youI gotta stay with youI gotta be with you
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Please Don’t Haunt Me
You haunt me baby, since you been gone
It’s as quiet as a graveyard, and it’s as cold as a tomb
The other night I heard some noises up in your room
Someone was looking for something up there in the gloom.
You haunt me baby, since you went away
You haunt me baby, night, noon and day
I know you’re living somewhere but it seems like you’re dead
I’m sleeping with my eyes open, and I’m shaking in my bed.
You haunt me baby, I can smell your perfume
I can feel you somewhere in this room
You haunt me baby, is this some kind of test?
Please don’t haunt me baby, let this poor soul get some rest.
You haunt me baby, I hear footsteps on the stairs
And I turn on the light but there ain’t nobody there
So I leave on the light cos I hear laughter in the dark
When I cover up my ears I just hear my pounding heart.
You haunt me baby, I’ve got a charm round my neck
I bought a lucky black cat, put a ring of salt round my bed
But last night the lucky black cat got scared and ran
So please don’t haunt me baby, I’m a worried man.
Haunt me baby, I can smell your perfume
I can feel you somewhere in this room
You haunt me baby, is this some kind of test
Please don’t haunt me baby, let this poor soul get some rest.
___________________________________________________________ It’s as quiet as a graveyard, and it’s as cold as a tomb
The other night I heard some noises up in your room
Someone was looking for something up there in the gloom.
You haunt me baby, since you went away
You haunt me baby, night, noon and day
I know you’re living somewhere but it seems like you’re dead
I’m sleeping with my eyes open, and I’m shaking in my bed.
You haunt me baby, I can smell your perfume
I can feel you somewhere in this room
You haunt me baby, is this some kind of test?
Please don’t haunt me baby, let this poor soul get some rest.
You haunt me baby, I hear footsteps on the stairs
And I turn on the light but there ain’t nobody there
So I leave on the light cos I hear laughter in the dark
When I cover up my ears I just hear my pounding heart.
You haunt me baby, I’ve got a charm round my neck
I bought a lucky black cat, put a ring of salt round my bed
But last night the lucky black cat got scared and ran
So please don’t haunt me baby, I’m a worried man.
Haunt me baby, I can smell your perfume
I can feel you somewhere in this room
You haunt me baby, is this some kind of test
Please don’t haunt me baby, let this poor soul get some rest.
I’m Not a Rock
I’m not a rock in your stormy ocean
I’m not a rock in your stormy sea
When you leave a rock it’s still a stone
I’m flesh and bone, what you think happens when you leave me?
In your wilderness I’ve no refuge
Just some shelter from the storm
When you leave a shelter when the storm is over
Don't need the cover I’m just an empty shell when you’re gone.
Call me up, you write me these letters
You lean on me, ‘cause you think I’m strong
You get me in trouble, say it makes you feel better
But sometimes I wish you’d leave me alone.
Do you think of me when I’m gone?
In your desert I’m no oasis
In your wasteland no silver stream
Cause when you’ve taken your fill there’s still the oasis
And other places. What you think happens when you take from me?
Well, you call me up, you write me these letters
You lean on me, ‘cause you think I’m strong
You get me in trouble, say it makes you feel better
But sometimes I wish you’d leave me alone.
Do you think of me when I’m gone?
I’m not a rock in your stormy ocean
I’m not a rock in your stormy sea
When you leave a rock it’s still a stone
I’m flesh and bone, what you think happens when you leave me?
What you think happens when you leave me?
___________________________________________________________ Hands Of Joseph
When they looked at Joseph
They said, They're the hands of a carpenter
They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
They're the hands that should work in wood
And they're the hands that should work a long day
Joseph he did all those things
But he also learned how to play
He would sing about joy, sing about faith
That the people wished they had
How he heard the voice of Jesus
When the rolling sea got mad
He's a boat in the harbour, he's safe in that love
He know some day he'll be sailing above
When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the hands of a stonemason
They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
They're the hands that should work in stone
And they're the hands that should work a long day
Joseph he did all those things
But he also learned how to play
When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the hands of a fisherman
The musician and the mason-carpenter
And he's happy all the time
For they’re working every day
And those old hands of Joseph
Oh how they can play.
___________________________________________________________ They're the hands that should work in wood
And they're the hands that should work a long day
Joseph he did all those things
But he also learned how to play
He would sing about joy, sing about faith
That the people wished they had
How he heard the voice of Jesus
When the rolling sea got mad
He's a boat in the harbour, he's safe in that love
He know some day he'll be sailing above
When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the hands of a stonemason
They're big and they're powerful and they're strong
They're the hands that should work in stone
And they're the hands that should work a long day
Joseph he did all those things
But he also learned how to play
When they looked at Joseph's hands
They said, They're the hands of a fisherman
The musician and the mason-carpenter
And he's happy all the time
For they’re working every day
And those old hands of Joseph
Oh how they can play.
Pykey Boy
Easter time is a-coming, move to Mitcham right away
And I get a job on the Easter fair
Where you get paid by the day
I’ve got a good juk he cost me thirty og
From a mush that I ken for a while
I will make my way to Mitcham, boys,
I will live the showman style.
I will live the showman style.
Now the old boys say it ain’t the same
As it was in their young day
But they can still spot a soft touch
From a hundred yards away.
And I’ll get a job on the cars all right
It’s a job I done before.
And maybe pull a gadgo gal or two
It’s a cushty place to score.
It’s a cushty place to score.
Setting up is easy
Striking it’s harder, though
The rest of the time you’re getting paid
For the job you want to do.
The juk minds the van
And I mind me own
It’s the only way I’ve found
Oh, Easter time is coming
And I get a job on the Easter fair
Where you get paid by the day
I’ve got a good juk he cost me thirty og
From a mush that I ken for a while
I will make my way to Mitcham, boys,
I will live the showman style.
I will live the showman style.
Now the old boys say it ain’t the same
As it was in their young day
But they can still spot a soft touch
From a hundred yards away.
And I’ll get a job on the cars all right
It’s a job I done before.
And maybe pull a gadgo gal or two
It’s a cushty place to score.
It’s a cushty place to score.
Setting up is easy
Striking it’s harder, though
The rest of the time you’re getting paid
For the job you want to do.
The juk minds the van
And I mind me own
It’s the only way I’ve found
Oh, Easter time is coming
I will follow the fairground round
I will follow the fairground round.
Oh, the life of a Pykey boy
It’s the one that gets you by
And the rake and the shack and the other times
And there’s Parni in the sky
Oh, I’m totting in the wintertime
With the wheels and the juk makes three
Oh, the Easter fair brings the summertime
And the summer belongs to me
Oh, the summer belongs to me.
___________________________________________________________ I will follow the fairground round.
Oh, the life of a Pykey boy
It’s the one that gets you by
And the rake and the shack and the other times
And there’s Parni in the sky
Oh, I’m totting in the wintertime
With the wheels and the juk makes three
Oh, the Easter fair brings the summertime
And the summer belongs to me
Oh, the summer belongs to me.
Bentley and Craig
In 1952 in Croydon (town)
There was bombsites still around from the war
November that year food was scarcely off the ration
Two boys went out to rob a store.
Craig he was just about sixteen years old,
Bentley he was nineteen,
But Craig had a shooter stuck in his pocket
Made him feel more like a man.
Out on the roof of Barlow and Parker
Somebody saw them there.
In a matter of minutes the police had arrived
And when they saw them you can bet those boys were scared.
Craig he shouted that he had a gun
And he thought about the movies that he'd seen
Back at Fell Road they signed the rifles out
And arrived very quick back on the scene.
Some of the police got onto the roof
Bentley knew that he could not escape
So he gave himself up and they put him under arrest
And he begged his young friend Chris won't you do the same.
“Give me the gun,” the sergeant cried
“Let him have it Chris,” poor Bentley said,
But a shot rang out well it tore the night in half
Well the poor policeman was lying there dead.
Some people said it was a bullet from Craig's gun
That laid that policeman away.
Some people said it was a police marksman's bullet,
Some people said it could be a ricochet.
Both was found guilty of murder Craig he was too young not yet a man
Though he was under arrest when the fatal shot was fired
Derek Bentley was judged old enough to hang
Bentley he was judged to be a man.
Twenty-three of January in Wandsworth prison
When they took poor Bentley's life
Some people shouted and some people prayed
Some people just hung their heads and cried.
Oh you men on our behalf who sanctioned that boy's death
There's still one thing left to do
You can pardon Derek Bentley who never took a life
For Derek Bentley cannot pardon you
In 1952 in Croydon (town)
There was bombsites still around from the war
November that year food was scarcely off the ration
Two boys went out to rob a store.
Oh you men on our behalf who sanctioned that boy's death
There's still one thing left to do.
You can pardon Derek Bentley who never took a life
For Derek Bentley cannot pardon you.
Derek Bentley cannot pardon you.
___________________________________________________________There was bombsites still around from the war
November that year food was scarcely off the ration
Two boys went out to rob a store.
Craig he was just about sixteen years old,
Bentley he was nineteen,
But Craig had a shooter stuck in his pocket
Made him feel more like a man.
Out on the roof of Barlow and Parker
Somebody saw them there.
In a matter of minutes the police had arrived
And when they saw them you can bet those boys were scared.
Craig he shouted that he had a gun
And he thought about the movies that he'd seen
Back at Fell Road they signed the rifles out
And arrived very quick back on the scene.
Some of the police got onto the roof
Bentley knew that he could not escape
So he gave himself up and they put him under arrest
And he begged his young friend Chris won't you do the same.
“Give me the gun,” the sergeant cried
“Let him have it Chris,” poor Bentley said,
But a shot rang out well it tore the night in half
Well the poor policeman was lying there dead.
Some people said it was a bullet from Craig's gun
That laid that policeman away.
Some people said it was a police marksman's bullet,
Some people said it could be a ricochet.
Both was found guilty of murder Craig he was too young not yet a man
Though he was under arrest when the fatal shot was fired
Derek Bentley was judged old enough to hang
Bentley he was judged to be a man.
Twenty-three of January in Wandsworth prison
When they took poor Bentley's life
Some people shouted and some people prayed
Some people just hung their heads and cried.
Oh you men on our behalf who sanctioned that boy's death
There's still one thing left to do
You can pardon Derek Bentley who never took a life
For Derek Bentley cannot pardon you
In 1952 in Croydon (town)
There was bombsites still around from the war
November that year food was scarcely off the ration
Two boys went out to rob a store.
Oh you men on our behalf who sanctioned that boy's death
There's still one thing left to do.
You can pardon Derek Bentley who never took a life
For Derek Bentley cannot pardon you.
Derek Bentley cannot pardon you.
Water of Dreams
Oh, the other day, I had the strangest dream
I was walking down the street
There was banners and headlines everywhere
I stumbled into Blair Peach
And the first thing I said was
“Well, I thought you was dead.”
“Bet you see me alive” says he.
“And who are these two men travelling with you?”
He said “this man’s called Towers,
And this man’s name is Kelly.”
Well the next thing I said was
”That wound to your head
It surely must get some attention.”
He said “at least I got mine
Out here on the street
These two got theirs in detention.”
And Kelly and Towers
Rolled up their shirts
And the pain was plain to see
And I looked away
I was lost for what to say
When somebody said to me,
If you can learn to live with your doubt
You will soon learn to live with a lie.
But the questions will rise on the water of dreams
And be washed to the shore
To be seen by your sleeping eye.
Well, the next thing I said was
“But you three are dead,
You’re only alive in my dream
And I never harmed you so why visit me?
I never did anything.”
Then the three of them looked
At each other a while
And then they looked at me
“That’s right,” says Towers
“That’s right,” said Peach
“That’s right, oh, that’s right,” said Jimmy Kelly.
If you can learn to live with your doubt
You will soon learn to live with a lie.
But the questions will rise on the water of dreams
And be washed to the shore
To be seen by your sleeping eye.
___________________________________________________________
I was walking down the street
There was banners and headlines everywhere
I stumbled into Blair Peach
And the first thing I said was
“Well, I thought you was dead.”
“Bet you see me alive” says he.
“And who are these two men travelling with you?”
He said “this man’s called Towers,
And this man’s name is Kelly.”
Well the next thing I said was
”That wound to your head
It surely must get some attention.”
He said “at least I got mine
Out here on the street
These two got theirs in detention.”
And Kelly and Towers
Rolled up their shirts
And the pain was plain to see
And I looked away
I was lost for what to say
When somebody said to me,
If you can learn to live with your doubt
You will soon learn to live with a lie.
But the questions will rise on the water of dreams
And be washed to the shore
To be seen by your sleeping eye.
Well, the next thing I said was
“But you three are dead,
You’re only alive in my dream
And I never harmed you so why visit me?
I never did anything.”
Then the three of them looked
At each other a while
And then they looked at me
“That’s right,” says Towers
“That’s right,” said Peach
“That’s right, oh, that’s right,” said Jimmy Kelly.
If you can learn to live with your doubt
You will soon learn to live with a lie.
But the questions will rise on the water of dreams
And be washed to the shore
To be seen by your sleeping eye.
___________________________________________________________
Affairs of the Heart
Affairs of the heart are the hardest kind
Cause they turn us into fools every time
Affairs of the heart keep you awake at night
Lose your head, and you lose your appetite
Except for the loving cup, which you fill yourself up
You fill yourself up
And you just can’t seem to get enough.
Isn’t it funny how a man like you can fall
Till you find yourself up against the wall
With your heart and your head
And the things that were said
But don’t you know in the end
It just won’t matter at all
Affairs of the heart make you lose your way
You listen to your head, but you do what your heart say
And the time you had was just like sand
You know it slips away, it slips away
Away through the fingers of your hand.
Affairs of the heart are the hardest kind
They turn us into fools every time.
___________________________________________________________ Cause they turn us into fools every time
Affairs of the heart keep you awake at night
Lose your head, and you lose your appetite
Except for the loving cup, which you fill yourself up
You fill yourself up
And you just can’t seem to get enough.
Isn’t it funny how a man like you can fall
Till you find yourself up against the wall
With your heart and your head
And the things that were said
But don’t you know in the end
It just won’t matter at all
Affairs of the heart make you lose your way
You listen to your head, but you do what your heart say
And the time you had was just like sand
You know it slips away, it slips away
Away through the fingers of your hand.
Affairs of the heart are the hardest kind
They turn us into fools every time.
Cold on the Stones
You can’t sweep me out of here with that broom
I’ve given you all of my money
And you gotta give it just a little more room
I”ve given you all of my money.
It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight
It was five below and that was at midnight
It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight
It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight.
There’s a north wind blowing swirling up the snow
Give me some time to catch my breath
Before the first place opens there’s hours to go
If I leave now I’m gonna catch my death.
Every penny I had went across the bar
I didn’t realise my time was up
And if I leave now I won’t get too far
How much is that coffee, give me one more cup.”
So this is the night life they talk about
I’m a stranger here, I’m a long way from home
They’ll take your money, then they kick you out
I don’t wanna be out there on my own.
I’ve given you all of my money
And you gotta give it just a little more room
I”ve given you all of my money.
It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight
It was five below and that was at midnight
It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight
It’s gonna be cold on the stones tonight.
There’s a north wind blowing swirling up the snow
Give me some time to catch my breath
Before the first place opens there’s hours to go
If I leave now I’m gonna catch my death.
Every penny I had went across the bar
I didn’t realise my time was up
And if I leave now I won’t get too far
How much is that coffee, give me one more cup.”
So this is the night life they talk about
I’m a stranger here, I’m a long way from home
They’ll take your money, then they kick you out
I don’t wanna be out there on my own.
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Geordie’s on the Road
Geordie’s on the road again
Daisy roots and a tartan bag
Hear from him in old New York
Maybe here in Amsterdam.
See you in Los Angeles
In a couple of hours, well I’ll be there
Down below he’s on the road
And it may take him a love affair
It’s a long road, has no name
Icy clouds and mountain tops
Travelling blind, we’re much the same
Turnpikes, freeways, trucking stops.
Don’t know why we’re travelling
Just to keep from standing still
And don’t know when we’ll meet again
All I know is that we will.
May the road that leads you on,
Like the choice to be alone,
Be direction freely made
And at the right time lead you home.
___________________________________________________________ Daisy roots and a tartan bag
Hear from him in old New York
Maybe here in Amsterdam.
See you in Los Angeles
In a couple of hours, well I’ll be there
Down below he’s on the road
And it may take him a love affair
It’s a long road, has no name
Icy clouds and mountain tops
Travelling blind, we’re much the same
Turnpikes, freeways, trucking stops.
Don’t know why we’re travelling
Just to keep from standing still
And don’t know when we’ll meet again
All I know is that we will.
May the road that leads you on,
Like the choice to be alone,
Be direction freely made
And at the right time lead you home.
Song for Martin
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Just because he looks all right
I've seen him look like this before
And if he says he wants to be alone
At least try to walk with him home
See if you can put your foot in the door
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Just because he looks all right
He's only gotta pick up the phone
Now one of them guys in the car will be around
And give him just enough on account
They know that he'll be back for more.
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through.
Now he's trying to show he's cool, but I know him
I ain't fooling
And because you love him he’s bound to lie
When this time he’s got so close
Now’s the time to be scared the most
He's looking everywhere but in your eyes.
So don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through.
'S endless coffee and cigarettes
Now don't take it hard when he says
He doesn't need you cos that’s when he needs you most
He’ll cry till he laughs and laugh till he weeps
And suddenly he'll fall asleep
Then you can let your own eyes close
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through
This time I think he's coming through.
Just because he looks all right
I've seen him look like this before
And if he says he wants to be alone
At least try to walk with him home
See if you can put your foot in the door
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Just because he looks all right
He's only gotta pick up the phone
Now one of them guys in the car will be around
And give him just enough on account
They know that he'll be back for more.
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through.
Now he's trying to show he's cool, but I know him
I ain't fooling
And because you love him he’s bound to lie
When this time he’s got so close
Now’s the time to be scared the most
He's looking everywhere but in your eyes.
So don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through.
'S endless coffee and cigarettes
Now don't take it hard when he says
He doesn't need you cos that’s when he needs you most
He’ll cry till he laughs and laugh till he weeps
And suddenly he'll fall asleep
Then you can let your own eyes close
Don't leave Martin alone tonight
Keep him talking until daylight
This time well I think he's coming through
This time I think he's coming through.