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Stuart Pendrill

The Curly Haired Folker From Dover


The Rain


Then the (G) rain it (D) rattles on the (G) windows
And (C) this is the high light of my (G) day
When the (C) rain it (D) rattles on the (G)windows (Bm)(Em)
It re(G)minds me of (D)you, so far (G)away

We lived in (G) Yarmouth, our (D) children numbered (G) three
And the (C) fishing paid good money in those (G) days
But the (C) promise of (D) gold in distant (G) countries (Bm)(Em)
Took (A) me to South New Zealand far a(D) way
I'll be (G) back home in (D) three years or (G) sooner
I (C) promised on the day that I left to (G) roam
Now (C) ten years have (D) past and I'm still (G) digging (Bm)(Em)
With no (G) money and no (D)passage back (G) home.

Chorus

My children they are grown up now
To them I'm an old man they will say
And I think about my Nancy is she waiting
For news of her man so far away
Her last letter it spoke about the poor house
How the children longed to see me once again
Now that letter is my treasure in my pocket
I've not replied yet I'm bound here to remain

Chorus

The judge gave me twenty years for killing
The man who stole our gold away from me
The judge said that I was very lucky
Not to be hanged - but I could not agree
Now I dig the soil and tend all the crops here
I work form dawn to dusk every day
And the highlight of my life revolves round rain now
And those dreams of you so far away

Chorus

Stuart Pendrill

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