CD - Park Records PRK CD 4 (UK, 1990) CD - Hypertension HYCD 200 115 (GER, 1991)	Maddy Prior & Rick Kemp: Happy Families Happy Families (Prior & Kemp) Good Job (Prior) Rose (Prior & Kemp) Mother And Child (Prior) Here Comes Midnight (Kemp) Bewcastle (Prior & Kemp) Who's Sorry Now (Kalmar, Ruby & Snyder) Fire On The Line (Kemp) Goodbye (Kemp) Alex (Prior) Low Flying (Kemp) Happy Families (reprise) (Prior & Kemp) Bewcastle Instrumental (Prior & Kemp)
musicians:	Maddy Prior - vocals Rick Kemp - bass, guitars, vocals Simon Edwards - guitaron, Ashbury bass Roy Dodds - drums, percussion Kim Burton - accordion, kaval, gajda (goat) Nick Holland - keyboars Ian Kellet - keyboars Chris Baylis - jet guitar Pete Crowther - cello Richard Lee - acoustic double bass
other credits:	Produced by Maddy Prior, Rick Kemp and Chris Baylis Executive Producer - John Dagnell

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Happy Families Who will wash the dishes ? Who will earn the daily bread ? Who will lie in bed till noon Earphones clamped around his head ? Father does the washing up Mother earns a living wage The jobless son lies in his bed Unemployed he's come of age Chorus: Happy, happy, happy, happy families Who is on the phone all day ? Who'll be out most of the night ? Who's demanding all the world Not in bed without a fight ? Teenage daughter on the phone With surly, selfish, sultry talk The baby's into everything He gets around, now he can walk Chorus Who will feed the baby ? Who will teach him at her knee ? Who sits alone across the town Slowly stirring luke warm tea ? The nanny feeds the baby She takes him to the nursery Grandma's in the old folk's home Waiting for some company Chorus Good Job If you were a banker Well I'd keep my money under the bed It's safer to be sorry And I'm sorry that it has to be said I give you presents and loving But you ask for more than that It's a good job that I love you Or I'd take them all back So stay through today on a prayer for tomorrow Forget old stories, forbid old sorrows If you were a hot dog man I wouldn't give you any concessions And if you were my local priest I wouldn't give you my confessions You're predictable as the weather You're more cloud than sun It's a good job that I love you Better than anyone So stay through today on a prayer for tomorrow Forget old stories, forbid old sorrows And do not account blame For past mistakes But keep a weather eye open Just in case I wouldn't trust you past Sunday I wouldn't trust you past the door It's a good job that I love you Or I'd wonder what I bothered for You with such a roving eye And so much to see It's a good job that I love you With such monotony Rose Rose grow like a spring weed Shoots up like a Lamb in May She's a wild flower an April shower That washes all my cares away Rose blows delicate kisses Then screams like an old fishwife She's sweet, she's sour a smile and a glower That butters and cuts just like a knife Rose knows that time is now Tomorrow never will exist With her steel limbs and her coy grins She rushes, she rushes from the past Rose throws toys and tantrums Then cuddles up close to my heart She gets under my skin with a twist of a whim She turns and tears me apart Rose knows that flowers are for picking Life is just to throw away A moments regret and then she'll forget And run out into the yard to play Mother And Child "O why do you laugh so loud?" Said the mother to her child "To stop myself from crying" The child replied "Then why do you cry all night" Said the mother to her child "To stop my laughter waking you" The child replied "O where are all your friends from school?" Said the mother to her child "All married off to mortgages" The child replied "O why do you not marry?" Said the mother to her child "Because, because, because" The child replied "Why not marry and have children?" Said the mother to her child "You ask too many questions" The child replied "But it's only because I love you" Said the mother to her child "That's why I cannot answer" The child replied Here Comes Midnight Here comes Midnight Creeping into my room like a long-lost friend He said he'd heard you'd gone away again And I needed company Well, I've got a friend in Midnight He sits with me through the long, cold night Then fades away with the morning light To the dark side of the world Chorus: These long, long nights, while you're away He comes to stay 'til morning light Well here comes Midnight Here comes Midnight My only friend in this distant place With the shadow of a smile upon his silent face He seeks me out when I'm alone Well, I've got a friend in Midnight He draws his starry cloak across the Sun And brings the rising moon to anyone Who is lonely just like me Chorus Who's Sorry Now Who's sorry now ? Who's sorry now ? Who's heart is aching For breaking each vow ? Who's sad and blue ? Who's crying too ? Just like I cried Over you Just like a friend Right to the end I tried to warn you somehow You had your way Now you must pay I'm glad that you're sorry now

Bewcastle The snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells And the wind strips the skin from my face The bare bones of a tree give some shelter to me Our bit is a draughty old place Oh yes, it's a draughty old place The land's like a bog with rain upon rain Wet upon wet upon wet Nine months winter and three months bad weather And never a dry day yet No never a dry day yet There's always the beasts waiting for a feed And it's just the same with the men With the kids home today and the hens are off lay And I'll never get all this work done No I'll never get all my work done The snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells And the wind is chasing the sun The forestry shroud of lowering cloud Tells that there's more rain to come There's always some more rain to come But the snow drops are gone there'll be primroses soon And lambing time's well on its way Lord bless us and hear no silage this year Give us a hot month for making the hay Make it hot for the making the hay But the snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells And the wind strips the skin from my face The bare bones of a tree give some shelter to me Our bit is a draughty old place Oh yes, it's a very old place Fire On The Line There's a fire on the line Going to slow this old engine down And they say we're running out of time Will be too late to celebrate When the curtain of the century comes down Or will we drive through the ashes of the fire unafraid Or die right here in this desert we've made Stormy waters off the beam Going to sink this old battleship we've made And she's building up a head of steam And the coastguard cursed as another flare burst With just the keel of his lifeboat laid Will we reach the harbour with all hands saved Or sink like a stone in this watery grave There's double trouble in the sky Silver linings vanish in thin air And they say we're all going to fry When the harmful rays of the sun we praise Cast a shadow on our children's lives Will we burn to a cinder in the sun's sweet kiss Or see another sunrise, through a cool morning mist There's a fire ... Goodbye I used to drive you To the dawn airport With more than half the journey spent in separate thought Aimless international people promenade You looked like on of them, so I found it double-hard To say goodbye to you Here comes another lonely week or two I used to drive you To the mid-day ships With parting platitudes alive on your lips For me to store and use while you're away Another dockside vagrant as I wave across the bay Waving goodbye to you Here comes another lonely week or two I'd buy your ticket while you powdered your face Then make ambitious promises of calls from every place And then goodbye to you Here comes another lonely week or two I used to drive you To the midnight train So strange the way, it always seemed to rain I'd guard your bags while you chose a magazine We drank the coffee from the platform machine And then goodbye to you Here comes another lonely week or two I used to drive you Alex I want to hold you locked in my arms Away from all the harms of this world I want to light your life with a pure flame But I know you have to go But I hope you'll come back sometimes To say hello I want to show you all my mistakes But that would take a lifetime and more You have your own to make and time is short And I know you must be gone But I hope you think of here sometimes As still your home I'll watch you walk away and I'll smile You'll always be a child in my heart May Gods love go with you and keep you Love has touched me with its wing You're the sweetest song, my son That I could sing Low Flying Jonathon Wilcox, answered an advert Next to Mercedes, in a Sunday Magazine The RAF needs aircrew, I've got nothing else to do So they dressed him all in blue, and they gave him a machine They trained him for ages, and we paid him wages And he passed from Cranwell, ceremoniously The band played loudly, and his mother said proudly He's off to the clouds to defend you and me Chorus: L l l l l l l low flying You certainly make your presence felt L l l l l l l low flying You certainly fly below the belt Call this peacetime, it's more like Mannheim During an air-raid in 1944 Jonathon's Phantom frightens our children put the kettle on 'cause he's coming through the door Chorus Don't fly in the country, go to the city Where you'll find more voters than sheep Don't be sinister, try Westminster During the day, when the house is asleep

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