John Smith
england rolls away live solo acoustic performance
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I woke up in an alleyway
In Liverpool the ship of fools was sinking
As I rose up from the depths
I stumbled down the road a ways
Found London in a haze of weary violence
It is hard to get my rest
In looking for the best of her
Well I have seen the worst she's had to offer
But there's nothing I'll not keep
England
Blood on the thorn of an English rose
I gather belongings, travelling clothes
Now slowly drifting out of London
It could be a year
It could be ten
Until she begs me back again
And all my miles are measured in an inch
Every fear that's taken over
This wide-eyed waking, rambling rover
Has grown within the heart that is my home
England!
In-ger-land!
England rolls away.
- Album:
- Great Lakes
- Great Lakes Deluxe
- There Is a Stone
- En Route 3 (A New Kind of Country)
- In the City: Unsigned 2006
- The Mark Radcliffe Folk Sessions: John Smith
- The Saturday Sessions From the Dermot O’Leary Show
- The Mark Radcliffe Folk Sessions 2013
- Headlong
- Live at the Roundhouse
- Map or Direction
- Far Too Good
- Living in Disgrace