Fairport Convention
LateNightTales: Midlake

Genesis Hall

My father he rides in your ships

And I know he would never mean harm

But to see both sides of a quarrel

Is to judge without hate or love



Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go



You take away homes from the homeless

And leave them to die in the cold

The gypsy who begged for your presents

He will laugh in your face when you're old



Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go



Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey

Another he drinks up his wine

And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate

For those of a different kind



Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go



When the rivers run thicker than trouble

I'll be there at your side in the flood

It was all I could do to keep myself

From taking revenge of blood



Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go



Oh, oh, helpless and slow

And you don't have anywhere to go

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