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Richard Thompson Heyday The Bbc Radio Sessions 1968 69 Fc

Turn around, don't whisper out my name For like a breeze, it'd stir a dying flame I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know But close the door lightly

At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind has come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for

Stopped awhile this morning on my way back home I had to realize this time that I'd be all alone Cause she is moving somewhere far away not slow And

Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there Sunny day, braiding white flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote 'I love you

In Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down Not a soul would look up Not a soul would look down To

You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time

I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carter Hall but they leave

Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she?s half crazy

Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep" Turn, turn, turn again "Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind