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Richard Thompson Fairport Convention Fc

Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like

Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there Sunny day, braiding white flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote 'I love you

I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house Before

(Instrumental)

Jack O'Diamonds, on the move Jack O'Diamonds, one-eyed knave On the move, hits the street Bumps his head, on the ground Well, he's a scout, you're born

Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she?s half crazy

Like a lobster I can swim And can grow another limb Where a powerless stump you saw I have grown a powerful claw Where you thought me safely drowned