Streets of London (feat. The Crisis Choir & guest vocalist Annie Lennox) - Ralph McTell

It's not the pale moon that excites me That thrills and delights me, oh no It's just the nearness of you It isn't your sweet conversation That brings this sensation, oh no It's just the nearness of you When I'm in your arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams come true I need no soft lights to enchant me If you'll only grant me the right To hold you ever so tight And to feel in the night the nearness of you

Trina wears her wampam beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her coat's a second-hand one Sewn in antique luxury, She is a lady of the canyon Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies around her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying you are welcome back She is another canyon lady Esterella, circus girl, Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trina takes her paints and thread And weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and bread And gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Esterella, dear companion Colours up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Colouring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon

In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow Snow on snow In the bleak mid-winter Long ago Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ What can I give Him Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part Yet what I can, I give Him Give my heart

Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says and it still is news, oh Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Yes the strong get smart While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade, oh Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding 'round the door When you're gone and spending ends They don't come 'round no more Rich relations give crusts of bread and such You can help yourself, but don't take too much, oh Mama may have and Papa may have But God bless the child That's got his own Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-ooh

Delia, Delia, how can it be? You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Well, that's one more rounder gone Delia, Delia sitting all around Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Delia's poor mother took a trip out West When she returned, Delia lyin' in rest Delia's mother wept, Delia's father moaned They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home Rubber tired buggy, two-seated hack, Took Delia to the graveyard, never brought her back Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low, Shot poor Delia with that hated .44 Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!" Judge said to Kenny, "Here's a natural fact: You going to wait in jail till Delia come back" Kenny's in the basement, drinking from a silver cup Delia's in the graveyard, never come back up Kenny said to judge, "What's the fuss about? Just that no good woman trying to put me out"

My love don't change There's going to be some stealing My love don't change There's going to be some stealing done And if I backbite you I don't mean no harm What do you want with a woman When she won't do nothing you say What do you want with a woman When she won't do nothing you say What do you want with a rooster When he won't crow 'fore day If my love don't change There's going to be some riding done If my love don't change There's going to be some riding done And if I take you woman I just be made my run Going in one of these alleys Get me some lonesome booze Going in one of these alleys Get me a quart of this lonesome booze My woman done left me I got these love changing blues

I was travelin' through South Americas Walked up to a lady's house Called her Grandma Didn't know her name, she give me something to eat Walked on down the road I heard a old train, getting off like this I heard a old bell ring, kinda like this I went on down, I heard an old whistle blow, I heard it saying Look a-yonder Look a-yonder At the women At the women I went on then, and begin to sing to the engineer Mr. Engineer, let a man ride the blinds Mr. Engineer, let a poor man ride the blinds Said, "I wouldn't mind it, fella But you know this train ain't mine" I begin to hear that old fella blow it long, sho' Here the way he blowed Then I begin to sing to him one more time You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer I'm trying' to hobo my way And you leave me standing' here Then I go along further and begin to sing "Poor Boy" to him Then he begin to smile in my face Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world Poor boy, you ain't got no girl Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs How he wanted 'em fixed Hear him say Scrambled down Scrambled down Scrambled down Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs I hear him say Cheese Eggs Dinner Dinner Then I begin to hear him tell me about Emry I love you Emry, I love you true Love you, Emry, tell the world I do 'Em

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to drive Papa McTell from your door My mother died and left me reckless My daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild Mother died and left me reckless Daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild No, I'm not good lookin' I'm some sweet woman's Angel child You're a mighty mean woman, to do me this a way You're a mighty mean woman, to do me this a way When I leave this town, pretty mama, I'm going away to stay While I loved a woman, better than even I'd ever seen I once loved a woman, better than even I'd ever seen Treat me like I was a king and she was a doggone queen Sister, tell your brother, brother tell your auntie now Auntie tell your uncle, uncle tell my cousin now, cousin tell my friend Goin' up the country, mama, don't you want to go? May take me a fair brown, may take me one or two more Big Eighty left Savannah, Lord, and did not stop You ought to saw that colored fireman when he got that boiler hot You can reach over in the corner mama and hand me my travelin' shoes You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues Mama, sister got 'em, auntie got 'em Brother got 'em, friend got 'em, I got 'em Woke up this morning, we had them Statesboro blues I looked over in the corner, grandpa and grandma had 'em too