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Seth Lakeman

Show me a great place, And pick me that sweet taste, I've been so bitter and blinded, But done the best they say. And love will find my way. Lay me

How much a tale you know is never told, How much of youth is growing old, How much a thought it will make you think, How much you made me get another

You've heard of the great disaster Where a terrible price was paid. One hundred and forty colliers lost, and twenty only saved. Down in the ground they

Come and listen, brave and tall, The greatest tale I have to tell you, It was a bleak and barren moor. In ancient days he fell. There rode a man of high

In this fair town we laid them down in 1643, It was poor King Charles who travelled for miles In the heart of a civil dream. As fierce young men we

All you sailors old or young come light the guns on everyone. We`ll take the ship and go to sea Crush the north in `53 Fought upon a broken shore With

Poor as paupers, proud as kings, All we do is aim for better things. That finger, finger of faith comes out and touches me, It`s better, better late

He?s going under. Beneath this stone in the fading light Lies the lonely soul of a Joseph Wright. Few hearts knew his kindness warm, Few heads grew with

Wrapped in fiction, soaked in sin, A broken heart he let them in. A childhood chapel all filled with rage Twisted faces in a crooked cage, The long goodbye