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Fairport Convention - Gladys' Lea - 03 Honour and Praise

Songtekst onderaan Gladys' Leap is het veertiende studioalbum van Fairport Convention, oorspronkelijk uitgebracht in augustus 1985. Het werd opgenomen in april en mei 1985 in Woodworm Studios, Barford St. Michael, Oxfordshire, VK. Het werd geproduceerd door Simon Nicol, Dave Mattacks en Dave Pegg en de assistent-ingenieurs waren Tim Matyear en Mark Powell. Het album bevat de eerste bijdragen aan een Fairport-album van oprichter Richard Thompson sinds Rosie in 1973. Thompson schreef het openingsnummer "How Many Times" en speelde leadgitaar op "Head in a Sack". De titel komt van Gladys Hillier, die postbode was voor Cranham, een dorp in de buurt van Stroud in Gloucestershire, Engeland. Als kortere weg, om een ​​wandeling van twee mijl te besparen, sprong ze tijdens haar ronde over een drie voet (~ 1 meter) brede stroom. In 1977 stemde de Ordnance Survey ermee in om de plek ter ere van haar te noemen, en in 2005 werd een loopbrug over de beek gebouwd. Fairport hoorde het verhaal en noemde het album ter ere van Gladys. (Wikipedia) I do not own the rights to this music. Ripped from the original record. More information: https://www.discogs.com/release/17340... HONOUR AND PRAISE On a fine summer's morning as we lay at the quay The holds were filled high with the treasures of the sea So that they could be transported by men such as we To homeland and for Queen When the loading was done, we hoisted full sail Prayed for good winds to guide us and deliverance from gales And the thoughts of the crew turned to home and strong ale As we cast off the ropes and set sail Fight for honour and for praise Sailed the sea throughout the days In cold ground I'll never lay I'd rather die on the ocean Thirty days out to sea and the weather was fine The wind that we'd prayed for and making good time The honour of first home was soon to be mine To homeland and to Queen But the night became stormy and the wind changed our course A gale was a-blowing and the wind gathered force And I wondered if ever we'd reach our home port Or if we'd all be lost in the storm Fight for honour and for praise Sailed the sea throughout the days In cold ground I'll never lay I'd rather die on the ocean Well, the waves washed the deck, in the wind we were locked I fought with the wheel to stay clear of the rocks But the fighting is in vain, in the storm we were lost And our prayers blew away on the wind Well, I coughed and I choked and I tasted the sea I looked over the sands, there was no one but me And I knew that the might of the sea had finished me And I wished that I'd drowned in the storm Fight for honour and for praise Sailed the sea throughout the days In cold ground I'll never lay I'd rather die on the ocean And I've lived with the thought for the rest of m' days That I'd given the lives of the crew just to pay In search of the garlands of honour and praise And I wish that I'd drowned in the storm Fight for honour and for praise Sailed the sea throughout the days In cold ground I'll never lay I'd rather die on the ocean Fight for honour and for praise Sailed the sea throughout the days In cold ground I'll never lay I'd rather die on the ocean