Richard Thompson

Guitar, Vocal

THROWAWAY STREET PUZZLE (A Hutchings/R Thompson)
Come on now Mister, step right inside and see the show
You'll like it Mister, it cures you if you're feeling low
We'll take care of you, especially if you've got the dough

They'll move you Mister, just like a hurricane moves a tree
See here now Mister, just look at what they've done for me
You're gonna like it, they'll take you where you want to be

All right now Mister, come in and join the other guys
Just one thing Mister, don't try to touch the merchandise
Or get too friendly, you know that wouldn't be too wise

Come on now Mister, step right inside and see the show
You'll like it Mister, it cures you if you're feeling low
We'll take care of you, especially if you've got the dough
POOR WILL AND THE JOLLY HANGMAN (R Thompson/D Swarbrick)
Won't you rise for the hangman, his pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury at the Jester's Assize
Poor Will on the gallows tree never a cruel word did say
Oh that a young man should be treated this way

Run to me mother of anyones's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the jolly hang man
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the jolly

No purse for a champion no true love come over the stile
The debt of a poor man he'll pay in a while
Poor ladies, poor gentlemen born of a sorry degree
Will you laugh for the hangman when he comes for his fee?

Run to me mother of anyones's child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the jolly hang man
He'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the jolly

Rise for the hangman, his pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury at the Jester's Assize
A HEART NEEDS A HOME
I know the way that I feel about you
I'm never gonna run away, I'm never gonna run away
Never knew the way when I lived without you
I'm never gonna run away, I'm never gonna run away

I came to you when no-one could hear me
I'm sick and weary of being alone
Empty streets and hungry faces
The world's no place when you're on your own
A heart needs a home

Some people say that I should forget you
But I'm never gonna be a fool, I'm never gonna be a fool
Better life, they say, if I'd never met you
But I'm never gonna be a fool, no I'm never gonna be a fool

Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers
Indian givers, hearts of stone
Paper ships and painted faces
The world's no place when you're on your own
A heart needs a home
NIGHT COMES IN
Night comes in, like some cool river
How can there be, be another day?
Take my hand, oh real companion
And we'll dance, we'll dance till we fade away

Oh, the songs pour down like silver
They can only, only break my heart
We drink the wine, the wine of lovers
Lovers tired of being apart

Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground
I'll lose my mind and dance forever
Lose my mind and dance forever
Turn my world around
Oh turn my world around

Oh, this night is like no other
And this room is ringing in my ears
And these friends will never leave me
And these tears are like no other tears

Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground
I'll lose my mind and dance forever
Lose my mind and dance forever
Turn my world around
Turn my world around

Well I may find that street tomorrow
And leave the shadows of my lonely room
I see my one, my one and only
Heart and soul, I'm coming soon
CALVARY CROSS
I was under the Calvary Cross
A fair-faced lady she said to me
I've watched you with my one green eye.
And I'll hurt you 'till you need me.
You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes.
Oh you do nothing with reason
One day you catch a train
Oh it never leaves the station.

Everything you do
Oh everything you do
You do for me

Ah, you can make believe on your tin whistle
Ah, you can be my broom boy
Ah, scrub me 'till I shine in the dark
And I'll be your light 'till doomsday
It's a black cat cross your path.
Oh why don't you follow
Ah my claw's in you and light's in you
Ah, this is your first day of sorrow

Everything you do
Oh, everything you do
You do for me

All songs by Richard Thompson except where noted.