Richard Thompson
Devonside (Live)
[Verse 1]
By Devonside she was a-marchin'
It was a gang of no great size
And surrender was the banner that she carried
And hungry was the shiver in her eyes
[Verse 2]
Oh, she met a boy, his health was failin'
She dropped the banner and took her prize
And the only food she had was bread and morphine
Ah, but he fed on the shiver in her eyes
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
By Devonside his love was driftin'
He looked for comfort otherwise
And there never was a rope or chain about him
Oh, she held him with the shiver in her eyes
[Verse 4]
Oh, she said, "My John, I'll be your pillow
I'll be your lover, mother, whore and wife"
And he knew that he had loved and never seen her
When the light fell from the shiver in her eyes