Part v (john lee) lyrics

Artist  : Fairport convention 
Song : Part v (john lee)
 
John Lee, your headache's growing, the cold wind's
blowing
But the sea's without a ripple
John Lee, your forehead's damp, your muscles
cramp
And the sea can't use a cripple
(Chorus)
John Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee, you're turning around your plate again
Oh, John Lee
John Lee's been made a freeman, his heart's a
seaman
But his flesh won't make a sailor
Working in a big hotel, waiting for the bell
That's ringing for his labour
(Chorus)
John Lee, your chances are good, you better touch
wood
We think things must get better
John Lee, you've a friend so true, she wants to
help you
Miss Keyes has sent a letter
(Chorus)
"Dear John, come and work the Glen, just write me
when
And I'll send someone to meet you"
John's gone to where he started from, he's not
worked long, just beginning to belong
"It hasn't been a very good day, the missus wants
to halve my pay
Close the door and douse the light, it's quiet at
night when she's tucked in tight
Sometimes I feel, when they're all in bed, it's
almost like the whole world's dead
So I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my
soul to keep"
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
"The customary quiet of Babbacombe, a residential
suburb of
 Torquay, was greatly disturbed early on Saturday
morning
 an
d the peaceful inhabitants roused to a state of
intense
 alarm and terror by one of the most frightful
tragedies
 that human devilment could plan or human fiend
could perpe-
 trate.  The name of the victim was Miss Emma
Anne Whitehead
 Keyes, an elder
ly lady of some sixty-eight years.  The name
 of her home, the scene of her tragedy, was 'The
Glen'.  She
 was found early in the morning, lying on her
dining room
 floor.  Her throat had been horribly cut and
there were three
 wounds on her head.  It
 was evident that her murderer had also
 attempted to burn the corpse."