Fairport Convention Part Ii
I was sixteen now and full of life, life was full of things to see Grown up in my little town and only seen Torquay So it's off I went to Newton Abbot to get myself the deeds to sign My father took them and tore them up, saying "That's no life for a boy of mine" "John, my son, don't join the Navy, there's no good in it, I know Plant your seeds on solid ground and watch your harvest grow John, my son, don't join the Navy, that's clay that's underneath your skin John, my son, don't join the Navy, don't go leaving your kith and kin" A boy must breathe and . . . or call himself a failure So I would see some foreign shores and I would be a sailor So I went off to my mother for a week or more and wiled and wheeled and won my way Father put the pen to paper in the fields at lunch the very next day
