Henry Clark letra

Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone,
He was a proper master, all of a ship his own.
For houses and great land many gold in store,
I know he'd spent the whole lot and would again I'm sure.

The blackbirds are singing,
At the breaking of the day,
When poor old Henry Clark,
Left and went away.

For twenty years he scarcely slept upon a proper bed.
Sleepin' with that faint heart inside a weary head,
In the weeks he'd gaze out over Plymouth bay,
To show off all those great girls when the boys are back one day.

Chorus

Now his days are over for he was taken ill.
Carried to a workhouse all against his will,
But being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired,
He only lived for one month then his world expired.

Chorus

Seth Lakeman - Letras

• 1643
• April Eyes
• Bal Maiden
• Band Of Gold
• Blood Red Sky
• Blood Upon The Copper
• Cherry Red Girl
• Childe The Hunter
• Crimson Dawn
• Each Man
• Farewell My Love
• Fight For Favour
• Final Lot
• Garden Of Grace
• Greed And Gold
• Henry Clark
• How Much
• I'll Haunt You
• It's All Your World
• John Lomas
• King And Country
• Kitty Jay
• Lady Of The Sea (Hear Her Calling)
• Look Outside Your Window
• Poor Man's Heaven
• Portrait Of My Wife
• Race To Be King
• Send Yourself Away
• Setting Of The Sun
• Solomon Browne
• Sound Of a Drum
• Take No Rogues
• The Ballad Of Josie
• The Bold Knight
• The Charmer
• The Colliers
• The Courier
• The Hurlers
• The Image Of Love
• The Punch Bowl
• The Riflemen Of War
• The Storm
• The Streamers
• The Wanderer
• The Watchman
• The White Hare
• Tiger
• Ye Mariners All