NICK DRAKE Song Lyrics

Album:
"Bryter Layter"

1) Introduction
2) Hazey Jane II
3) At the chime of a city clock
4) One of these things first
5) Hazey Jane I
6) Bryter Layter
7) Fly
8) Poor boy
9) Northern sky
10) Sunday

Album:
"Time Of No Reply"

1) Time of no reply
2) I was made to love magic
3) Joey
4) Clothes of sand
5) Mayfair
6) Been smoking too long
7) Strange meeting II
8) Rider on the wheel
9) Black eyed dog
10) Hanging on a star
11) Voice from the mountain
12) Fly
13) The thoughts of Mary Jane

Album:
"Pink Moon"

1) Pink moon
2) Place to be
3) Road
4) Which will
5) Horn
6) Things behind the sun
7) Know
8) Free ride
9) Parasite
10) Harvest breed
11) From the morning

Album:
"Five Leaves Left"

1) Time has told me
2) River Man
3) Three hours
4) Way to blue
5) Day is done
6) 'Cello song
7) The thoughts of Mary Jane
8) Man in a shed
9) Fruit tree
10) Saturday sun

Album:
"Tanworth-in-Arden"

1) My sugar so sweet
2) Get together
3) Don't think twice, it's alright
4) If you leave me
5) Courting blues
6) Strollin' down the highway
7) Blues run the game
8) Winter is gone
9) Here come the blues
10) All my trials
11) Tomorrow is such a long time
12) Cocaine blues
13) Milk and honey
14) Summertime
15) Black mountain blues
16) Rain
17) Bird flew by
18) To the garden

NICK DRAKE
BRYTER LAYTER

Poor boy

Never sing for my supper
I never help my neighbour
Never do what is proper
For my share of labour.

I'm a poor boy
And I'm a rover
Count your coins and
Throw them over my shoulder
I may grow older
Nobody knows
How cold it grows
And nobody sees
How shaky my knees
Nobody cares
How steep my stairs
And nobody smiles
If I cross their stiles.

Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So worried for his health.
You may say every day
Where will he stay tonight.

Never know what I came for
Seems that I've forgotten
Never ask what I came for
Or how I was begotten.

I'm a poor boy
And I'm a ranger
Things I say
May seem stranger than Sunday
Changing to Monday.
Nobody knows
How cold it flows
And nobody feels
The worn down heels
Nobody's eyes
Make the skies
Nobody spreads
Their aching heads.

Oh poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh poor boy
So keen to take a wife.

He's a mess but he'll say yes
If you just dress in white.

Nobody knows
How cold it blows
And nobody sees
How shaky my knees
Nobody cares
How steep my stairs
And nobody smiles
If you cross their stiles.

Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So worried for his health.
You may say every day
Where will he stay tonight.

Oh poor boy
So worried for his life
Oh poor boy
So keen to take a wife.

Oh poor boy
So sorry for himself
Oh poor boy
So worried for his health
Oh poor boy.

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