Part I 歌词

Little did I think when the judge first spoke Those awful words to me That I would feel again the cold winds blow And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe' Lee I was born to lead a life of sorrow I've friends hang their heads in shame Growing tired and weary of the morrow Tortured by my terrible name When I was fifteen, my father called to me Saying "Now you are a man and all men work There's a lady and they say her name's Miss Keyes Her pony's very old, it needs a nurse" For eighteen months I worked for her at ?Hadley Glen? She was like a mother to me But time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfully Of all the other places to be There were boats drifting in the harbour There were sailors talking in the town That's the life for a boy who wants to wander For a man who doesn't want to settle down