Jon Langford - The Country is Young
The country is young Just crawled to its feet Takes a step and collapses All in a heap Resist the temptation To slap the child down Try to remember its age
Jon Langford - Hard Times
I'm a hard act to follow I'm hard as a rock I'm a little hard to handle some men say It's hard to get by So wish me hard luck Cause things are getting harder
Jon Langford - Living a Lie
There's not a man here in this place Could look that Cyclops in the face Turning back the hands of time There's nothing but perfect and the perfect crime Thank you
Jon Langford - Over the Cliff
Well I worked hard and I've got lots of money And I tried hard but I don't want to stay I seen too much trouble Felt to much pressure bubble I know there had to be a
Jon Langford - Commercial Street
Little seed inside a birdie Flying high above the trees Travelled far from home and family Over mountains over seas Little spikes that cling to clothing Tiny teeth and shiny
Jon Langford - The Last Murenger
We don’t get marauders around here anymore This wall’s as useless as the ditch we had before It’s just peasant families who want to relocate He don’t even bother to lock the gate
Jon Langford - How Bright Are the Stars?
How dark is the night, how cold is the rain? I reach out to touch your face Even in my dreams it don’t feel right How bright are the stars, inside my head tonight? On
Jon Langford - Ruby
Ruby's got the speeds and the feeds all set Putting metal on metal, keeps it cold and wet Cuts like a dream, finish like glass She’s getting it done right she's getting it done
Jon Langford - Mrs Hammer's Dream
Tommy Jones in his sailor’s suit was only 5 years old He wore a whistle around his neck but no-one heard it blow Some said the boy was kidnapped a travellers site was ransacked He
Jon Langford - Tenby Boatman
Local men would hire themselves to the gentry for the season Punt their way across Tenby Bay on long blue summer days Sugar money old and sweet from trade with the Caribbean Trickles