Come Away Melinda
Fred Hellerman / Fran Minkoff

Daddy, daddy, come and look
See what I have found
A little ways away from here
While digging in the ground

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
It's nothing, just a picture-book
They had before the war

Daddy, daddy, come and see
Daddy, come and look
Why, there's four or five
Little Melinda girls
Inside my picture book

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
There were lots of little girls like you
Before they had the war

Oh Daddy, daddy, come and see
Daddy, hurry do
Why, there's someone
In a pretty dress
She's all grown up like you
Won't you tell me why 

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
That someone is your Mummy
You had before the war

Daddy, daddy, tell me if you can
Why can't things be
The way they were
Before the war began

Come away Melinda
Come in and close the door
The answer lies in yesterday
Before they had the war

Born In A Trunk
Mick Box / David Byron

You were born in a trunk
Everyone talkin' about you
You were born in a trunk
Where would they be without you

You better move off the rails
People begin to look subways
You better move off the rails
You won't even listen to my way

I'm livin' in shame
People say I don't matter
I'm livin' in shame

Home Again To You
Ken Hensley

Don’t throw it all away
Hear what I’ve gotta say
Because you’re always on my mind
I’ve got an eye on you
And only you will do
And I don’t wanna waste my time

So won’t you hear my out
Because it’s all about when
I come home again to you

You’re such a little child
You’re gonna drive me wild
As I just don’t know what to say
I got an eye on you
And only you will do
And I don’t wanna get in your play

Hesitate, because I cannot wait
Till I come home again to you

You make me feel so old
Just like I have been told
Because it’s always up to you
Oh baby, hear me out
I’ve done all my time
And I don’t wanna be misused

So please don’t hesitate
Because I cannot wait
Till I come home again to you

Can’t waste all my time
Give me all today
Well it’s on my mind
You can’t own me
When all I wanna be
But I don’t wanna waste all my time

Hear me out
Because I’ll scream and out
When I come home again to you

Home to you ...

Name Of The Game
Ken Hensley

Here comes trouble
In the shape of a lady 
She started cool but now
She's coming around daily
She's got some big ideas
About being my baby
It's her game
With the name of love

Now she's sure pretty
That I have to confess
But no five-star fox is
Getting me in a mess
Let's buy a ring, she says
Let's go and get blessed
It's her game and she calls it love

Rock and roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone
To one side
But when all grows old
Chill's still cold
When I sing with my sweet guitar
When I sing with my sweet
My sweet guitar

Don't waste your tears on me
Go cry in the river
What you need I ain't
About to deliver
I'm my own man and
That's how I'm gonna stay
'Cause music is
The name of the game

Rock and roll rules my soul
Pushing everything and everyone
To one side
But when all grows old
The chill's still cold
While I sing with my sweet guitar
While I sing with my sweet
My sweet guitar

Sundown
Ken Hensley

I'll see you at sundown
You can't back out now
The news is all over town 
I'll see you at sundown
And they can put one of us
In a hole in the ground

Now it's three in the afternoon
And I'm frightened to death
When you're in the saloon
I wonder if he feels the same
For whoever wins there's still
The cowboy to blame 

Sundown, give me some strength
I know I can't go it alone
Sundown, give me your strength
Give me a chance to go home
To go home 

Three in the afternoon
And I'm frightened to death
When you're in the saloon
I hear the reverend feels the sin
For whoever wins there's still
The cowboy to blame
 
The River
Album: Innocent Victim (1977) (out-take)
Trevor Bolder /Mick Box /Ken Hensley /Lee Kerslake /John Lawton

River, rising to hide
Across the midnight
Wanderin westward by daylight
Take us and lead us to tomorrow
As fast as you come and can flow

River, you're windin
An unending rhythm
The sooner keep
Movin to warn him
The spirit that keeps
Us from sinking
Guide us from going astray

Point us a way
To a shoreline ahead
Through the mist and the fog
Of this valley of death
Too many years we have
Walked in a sleep
Now were awaken and ready fo flee

River, we hitchhikers
Beggin for mercy
Survive us from yesterdays curses
Don't damn us
Before you receive us
Were needin your face
And your trust

A Right To Live
Album: Fallen Angel (1978) (out-take)
John Lawton

I must thank Lord
In my hour of need
I've given way to a better man
But I ain't been free
To push the hour here
In this soul of mine
I've burned my bridges
And I'm satisfied

The preacher's due here
In an hour or so
To give me a reasons for
The things I know
I might have been careless and I
I might have been blind
If I'm the guilty, I'm satisfied

Oh woman, why did you
Do me wrong?
Sending me down and
I just can't get along
When daybreak comes and
I've reached the end of the line
I have a right to live
And I'm left to die

It all seems so hazy now
It seems so long ago
She hid the things she'd done
Or things I should know
What was I to do for
The hurting here inside
I kill for love but ????

I have a right to live
When I'm left to die
Oh, woman
I have a right to live ...

Been Hurt
Album: Five Miles sessions (1979)
Vocal: John Lawton
Ken Hensley

Whoah, don't you know
I've been hurt
Oh yeah, don't you know
I've been hurt
Oh babe, you know
You're doin' me wrong, yeah

At the age of eighteen
I had had enough
And by twenty one
I decided to get tough
And then I found the guard 
Was still too rough

Oh yeah, I've been hurt
Ever since that day
I've been hurt
And I've lost my way
I still think I have a chance
To try your love

Well, I tried to love you
One day at a time
Each day waitin'
Hopin' for the sign
It was clear I needed luck
More than this time

My empty heart is
Countin' all the ways
Fire and desire
Sat and count the days
Will you, won't you
When and where
Do you, don't you, do I care
That same eternal question
Is always there
It's always there

Lying
Ken Hensley /John Sloman /Trevor Bolder /Chris Slade

Don't let love make a fool of you
Love is meant to tellin' truth
And never any lies
Came to me by seein' truth
In each other's eyes
Each other's eyes

What kind of a fool
Do you think I am?
'Cos I have no money
Does it mean I'm half a man?
You know that I will give you all
Give you all that I can

You're lyin', tellin' me
What I should be
You're lyin', tellin' everyone it's me
You're lyin', tellin' me
What I should be
You're lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin'

Tellin' lies can only break you in two
You tell the biggest solo
What do you hope to gain? 
If I were you then I would
Try to make amends
I'll tell all my friends

You livin' a world of dreams
But it's too late to change
Your way of life, it seems
So you just carry on
The best way you know how
You know how

You're lyin', tellin' me
What I should be
You're lyin', tellin' everyone it's me
You're lyin', tellin' me
What I should be
You're lyin', lyin', lyin', lyin'

I'm Alive Again
(Ridge Farm sessions 1981)
Mick Box /Bob Daisley /Peter Goalby /John Sinclair

So many questions
So many lies
Truth has been hidden
Behind your eyes
But I'll survive
Oh, I'm alive

Look for the answers
Try to understand
Fight when you have to
Run if you can
But I'll survive
Yeah, I'm alive

Look closely at the stars
I'm a man of broken dreams
But I'm alive again
Oh yeah, I can bleed
I'm a man of broken dreams
When I'm alive again
Oh yeah, come see me bleed
I'm a man of broken dreams
But I'm alive again

Don't take no prisoners
That's what you said
I was burned, I was broken
Lost and left for dead
But I'll survive
Oh, I'm alive

Look closely at the stars
I'm a man of broken dreams
But I'm alive again
Oh yeah, I can bleed
I'm a man of broken dreams
But I'm alive again
Oh yeah, I'm alive again
I'm alive again
Come see me bleed
I'm alive again
I'm alive again

Split Image
Album: Head First sessions (1983)
Mick Box /Lee Kerslake /John Sinclair /Peter Goalby /Bob Daisley

It's the same old line
People get to you if they can
They take what they find
They will change you mind
They will fit you into their play

And then one day you'll wake up
As somebody else
Someone they advented

A split image
Don't let them burn you
Split image
Don't let them turn you
Split image
Just keeps comin' back
Comin' back, comin' back
To who you are

And the wrong get born
And the right ones just stay away
What he's livin' for
If the wrong get born
And we don't have a word to say

And it's so hard to wake up
Or in right groove
A crack in the mirror

He's come ...
Remember who you are 

Heartache City
Peter Goalby /John Sinclair /Trevor Bolder /Lee Kerslake /Mick Box

Hit the city, hit the night
Hit the club, sip the wine
Just remember to leave on time

Hit the red lights, check the girls
You're steppin' into another world
See the man, he'll spin you alive
But just remember to leave on time

Heartache, city of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city
Crazy people in heartache city
City of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city, it's a city of sin

Check the star club, see the stars
See the action
In the back street bars
Lookin' for love
You're in the wrong place
Tricks for kicks
Can you stand the pace

Heartache, city of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city
Crazy people in heartache city
City of heartache city
City of heartbreak pity
Heartache city

Hit the city, hit the night
Crazy people, neon light
You pay your money
It's no real crime
But just remember to leave on time

Too Scared To Run
Mick Box /Bob Daisley /Peter Goalby /Lee Kerslake /John Sinclair

Too scared I could not run
I could not make a sound
Lights were flashing
My whole life passing
My feet were stuck to the ground

Too light to call it night
Too dark to call it day
Too scared to stay and fight
Too scared to run away

So scared I could not move
I could not make a sound
There were people running
People shouting
Flashes all around

Too scared to run
Too scared to run away

Too scared I could not think
My eyes could not scarcely see
My heart was racing
My legs were shaking
They would not carry me

Lights were flashing
My whole life passing
My heart, my heart
My heart was racing
My legs were shaking
Could not see, I could not see 

Corina
Mick Box /Phil Lanzon /Bernie Shaw

You’re too vain, you're insane
You think the world will stop turning
'Cause you ain't around

Blind eyes, cheap lines
You got the whole band playing
But you don’t hear the sound
Your venom pen
Will never poison me
I won’t be sticking round that long

Corina, what's this talk of glory
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever
Running through your brain

Your fast cars, rock stars
You were seen at the party
But you weren't even there

False name, the same game
Somebody's minding your business
You don’t even care
You think it's all
Some kind of circus ride
You think that someone's
Keeping score

Stand Back
Mick Box /Phil Lanzon

I see him coming
He's out to get you
He'll get us fooling your door
You've got a letter
From the sisters of mercy
They can't have you no more

Temptation, such sweet song
That burns inside
One rhythm, one power
One drain of blood left you dry

I see you there
Before the dancin' visions
So many stars in your eyes
You've got it all
But you ain't seen nothing
How can you be so blind

Stand back
Make way for the zodiac boy
Stand back
I'm gonna take you
To the other side
Stand back
Make way for the zodiac boy
Stand back
You've gotta listen to
The power of the future

It's so easy, it's a chain reaction
Every step of the way
There are places
You've been dreaming of
But never knew the way

Temptation, such a good thing
That burns inside
One rhythm, one power
One drain left you dry

Sweet Freedom
Ken Hensley

As you look around you
Do you like what you see?
Though it sometimes
Makes you lonely
Do you like being free?
And are you sure you'll be okay
Without my company?
I just want you to be happy
Even if it's not with me

Sweet sweet freedom
Sweet sweet sweet
Will the line between all this
And my love ever meet
Sweet sweet Freedom
Sweet sweet sweet

What I'm really tryin' to say
Is that I will be around
Should you find that after all
You can't get by
With what you found

Oh, it wasn't just my heart you took
And gently tossed into the sea
Though it's hard to find
The words I need -
I guess it was me

Will the line between all this
And my love ever gonna meet
Sweet sweet Freedom
Sweet sweet sweet

Oh sweet, oh sweet sweet freedom
So sweet, so sweet

Gypsy
Mick Box /David Byron

I was only seventeen
I fell in love with a gypsy queen
She told me: "Hold on"
Her father was the leading man
He said: "You're not welcome on our land"
And then as a foe
He told me to go

He took me to a little shack
And put a whip across my back
Then told her leave me
I was out for quite a time
Came back with her on my mind
Sweet little girl
She means all the world

Oh, I want my gypsy queen
Will she still be torn between
Her father and lover
One day I will go to him
Strong enough to fight and win
The kind of a man
That he'll understand ...