Lyrics: Annachie Gordon Album: The Trad Arr Jones Artist: John Wesley Harding   Buchan, it’s bonny, oh and there lives my love My heart it lies on him, it will not remove It will not remove for all that i…

Lyrics: The Movie Of Your Life Album: The Name Above The Title Artist: John Wesley Harding   In the movie of your life They’ll get some real jerk to be you Edited so he can act Cast because of his…

Lyrics: You Will Be Cured Album: Dynablob 2: It Happened Every Night Artist: John Wesley Harding   Sometimes it seems like no-one listens Sometimes it seems like no-one cares And if there’s really someone up there He’s ignoring all your…

Lyrics: Bastard Son Album: Here Comes The Groom Artist: John Wesley Harding   Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother And i’m their bastard son Though my roots show through i’m just 22 I don’t belong to…

Lyrics: The Speed Of Normal Album: John Wesley Harding’s New Deal Artist: John Wesley Harding   I’ve lived my life backwards Or heaven knows i’ve tried Hope i find my perfection before i die Maybe once we were fantastic Maybe…

Lyrics: Drifter’s Escape Album: John Wesley Harding Artist: Bob Dylan   "oh, help me in my weakness," I heard the drifter say, As they carried him from the courtroom And were taking him away. "my trip hasn’t been a pleasant…

Lyrics: The Isle Of France Album: The Trad Arr Jones Artist: John Wesley Harding   Oh the sky was dark and the night advanced When a convict came to the isle of france And round his leg was a ringing…

Lyrics: I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine Album: John Wesley Harding Artist: Bob Dylan   I dreamed i saw st. augustine, Alive as you or me, Tearing through these quarters In the utmost misery, With a blanket underneath his arm…

Lyrics: Kiss Me, Miss Liberty Album: John Wesley Harding’s New Deal Artist: John Wesley Harding   In westminster, the bell fell down Took three hundred years to touch the ground Fall leaves drifted by and turned brown A foreign plane…

Lyrics: Dead Centre Of Town Album: Why We Fight Artist: John Wesley Harding   I live in the dead centre of town Where every landlorn sailor comes to drown Where great ideas extinguish without sound And all my fickle friends…