Steeleye Span lyrics

Steeleye Span lyrics

"Fighting For Strangers lyrics"

1st Song lyrics
You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck did you come from And if you want
What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?
A recruiting sergeant came our way
To an Inn nearby at the close of day
He said young Johnny you're a fine young man
Would you like to march along behind a military band,
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
And a musket at your shoulder,
The shilling he took and he kissed 
Bye Bye lyrics
Well all right bye bye to this place that once held this heart of mine I'm gonna cry you one last tear but I ain't cryin' no more I know this big old world got somethin' bett
the book, Oh poor Johnny what will happen to ya? The recruiting sergeant marched away From the Inn nearby at the break of day, Johnny went too with half a ring He was off to be a soldier he'd be fighting for the King In a far off war in a far off land To face a foreign soldier, But how will you fare when there's lead in the air, Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya? What makes you go abroad fighting for strange
Better Do Better lyrics
You're back, sitting on my doorstep, ah yeah like nothing happened. Telling me you're free and oh, can you see me again? Yeah right, you've been kicked out, do you think I'm
s When you could be safe at home free from all dangers? The sun shone hot on a barren land As a thin red line took a military stand, There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too, Swords and bayonets thrusting through, Poor Johnny fell but the day was won And the King is grateful to you But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home, Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya? They said he was a hero
Klavier lyrics
Sie sagen zu mir schliess auf diese Tur die Neugier wird zum Schrei was wohl dahinter sei hinter dieser Tur steht ein Klavier die Tasten sind staubig die Saiten sind verstimmt and not to grieve Over two wooden pegs and empty sleeves, They carried him home and set him down With a military pension and a medal from the crown. You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg, The enemy nearly slew you, You'll have to go out on the streets to beg, Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya? What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?