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LYRICS
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| LUCY
CARTWRIGHT | WHEN
I’M IN NEED OF YOU | DAYS
OF EIGHTY EIGHT | ABSOLUTION
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BURMA STAR | ESCANABA |
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LUCY
CARTWRIGHT
(J.Lee)
When I was only eight or nine
I thought that I was king
With all the wondrous things I had
It seemed like everything
A catapult a penknife
A shilling and a piece of string
A bike without a saddle
And a bell that wouldn’t ring
I couldn’t wait to get to school
I ran there all the way
In the afternoon run home again
Tea, then out to play
Sometimes bow and arrows
Sometimes climbing trees
Build a camp or light a fire
Happy days for me
In my ‘brand new’ clothes that did not fit
Someone else had worn before
Played fantastic games of make believe
With my friend who lived next door
Her name was Lucy Cartwright
She was seven nearly eight
A ‘tomboy’ who was kind too me
In my ‘ragamuffin’ state
We did everything together
She was everything to me
She helped me stealing bird’s eggs
Carved our names upon a tree
Sitting in the orchard
Picking hard skin off our knees
Running home to parents
Calling on the breeze
Riding in our ‘pram wheel’ carts
Show me show you mine
We said that we’d get married
That’s quite serious when you’re nine
We must have really meant it
That promise for all time
Sealed with a kiss of innocence
As she held her hand in mine
I walked on air spoke
I spoke too fast
Until that dreadful day
When I ran round to Lucy’s house
To see if she could play
A stranger opened up the door
Through a mist I heard him say
I’m sorry son she is not here
The Cartwright’s have moved away
I held on tight to something
Clenched my fists in disbelief
Plunged both hands into my pockets
Bowed my head to hide my grief
I never saw my friend again
Where she went I could nit say
The day my heart was broken
When the Cartwright’s moved away
Oh I wish I was still eight or nine
I wish I was still king
I wish I had me catapult
A shilling and a piece of string
Me bike without a saddle
And a bell that didn’t ring
With Lucy on me crossbar
I wouldn’t need thing
With Lucy Cartwright on my crossbar
Once more I’d be king
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WHEN I’M IN NEED OF YOU (J.Lee)
Come my love and sit down here beside me
A touch a smile a kiss kick off you shoes
I’ll light a candle wonderful to see you
While I fill your cup please tell me all your news
I can’t believe that you’re not with me
I can’t believe that you’re not near
I can’t believe you’ve gone forever
So do you mind if I pretend that you’re still here
Hush awhile my love I’ll close the curtains
I couldn’t bear for anyone to see
Through the window who it is I’m talking too
They won’t understand and they might think it’s me
Take my hand, come and grace the table
In case you call I always lay for two
Turning down the bed my hands were shaking
At the thought that I might once more cradle you
That time has come again my heart is breaking
Yes, I hope I’ve brought you comfort too
You’ll come to me again of that I’m certain
You always seem to know when I’m in need of you
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DAYS OF EIGHTY EIGHT (J.Lee/trad arr)
Do you remember Suzy the days of eighty eight
We all lived together behind a broken gate
There were lilacs in the garden blue Iris by the wall
And you were in the kitchen and that’s the best of all
I see it o so clearly now the wood shed and the store
Dark cupboard and a pantry and some stairs behind a door
The cinders by the ‘out house’ where we were made to go
The wash tub and the mantelpiece, lamps and fire glow
The smell of something cooking ‘black leading’ on the grate
The teardrops and the laughter how they rang round eighty eight
Don’t tell me you don’t miss it. It simply isn’t true
As the memories surround me I can only think of you
Sweet memory don’t leave me of when we were in bed
I shared it with my cousins, Grandpa, Jim and poor old Ted
And you would light a candle to chase away the gloom
And you voice would carry fairy tales and wonder to my room
Your daddy had three daughters we lost the other two
But the good lord in his wisdom gave all there love to you
And Suzy you much older now, there’s tired on your face
An angel on each shoulder one is Jean and one is Grace
Those days have gone forever the days of eighty eight
We don’t live together and there is no broken gate
No Lilacs in the garden no Iris by the wall
No Suzy in the kitchen and that’s the worst of all
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ABSOLUTION
( J.Lee)
When I get to heaven will the good lord break me
Or will he take me just as I am
Or will the things that disgrace me make the devil embrace me
Or is absolution still a part of the plan
‘cos I climbed every mountain that you put before me
Swam very ocean, river and stormy sea
Never stayed in the harbour, couldn’t a worked any harder
But I’ve got the feelin that the ceilin’s fallin in on me
Well I didn’t get it all wrong, thanks for the ‘bird song’
And all the wondrous things found on the street
But when you walked there beside me, why didn’t you guide me?
Or was the devil on your level when he grabbed a hold of my feet
Well I’ve walked a long way, maybe the wrong way
Do you think that it’s too late to turn me around?
Because I’ve seen what’s before me, God you gotta call me!
‘cos if I ain’t lost how the hell can I be found!
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THE BURMA STAR ( J.Lee)
Do I remember Seaford, just a toddler at the time
Men who left or came to save us far from home and in there prime
Barbed wire on the beaches the bombs and the aeroplanes
Bright blue sky’s and ‘dog fights’ soldiers marching down the
lanes
From Vale road down to East street past the school and the old
sea wall
The powdered milk the ration books I can recall them all
Long empty years of loneliness turned my Mothers heart to stone
Forgot she had a Soldier, is he ever coming home?
We played together freely, John, Billy, Anne and me
Played soldiers on the South Downs sometimes paddled in the sea
And I never felt neglected, no I never felt alone
Never knew what fear or hate was until it came into my home
In silent desperation and unimaginable pain
She took the cause of indignation from the cradle to a train
He was found by the Church of England fast asleep and all alone
They granted him salvation but he’s never coming home
Then my world stood still and silence came to my prison without
bars
Long days that held no sunshine, nights that held no stars
Lost children to misfortune, someone must atone
They said they’d come to save us but were never going home
Then freedom came to no ones gain, we might have well have lost
Stay on your knees forever mamma you’ll never count the cost
Paid by a ‘forgotten’ soldier so wounded from so far
While fighting for salvation and a hard earned Burma Star
I have a vision of this soldier I’d never seen his face before
He was pickin’ up the pieces that were broken by the war
Broken dreams that never mended, a broken heart that turned to
stone
He prayed for her redemption as he wept for his lost home
So I remember Seaford the bombs and the aeroplanes
The barbed wire on the beaches soldiers marching down the lanes
The memories still with me even now that I am grown
My birthplace, lost salvation, and the first time I left home
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ESCANABA (J.Lee)
I keep dreaming of my home
I feel blue and all alone
But can’t you see Escanaba
You’ll do for me
Winter wind you sure blow cold
And living here a man could grow old
Or free
Escanaba you’ll do for me
You sure must be pretty in the fall
We’d like to hang around to see you all
But were moving on
Escanaba were moving on
Cos I keep dreaming of my home
I feel blue and all alone
But can’t you see
Escanaba you’ll do for me
We’d like to have the time to hang around
And stay awhile around your town
But we’re, movin on Escanaba
We’re movin on
Escanaba you treated us good
Escanaba they said that you would
Escanaba you’ll do for me
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