Fairport Convention - Part IX lyrics

The time is near for things to pa**, the time for me to leave But as I lie here all alone, I really can't believe The twenty years I've spent on earth could end in so much grief That the many friendly faces should now stare hatefully A letter home to mother and a letter home to dad Another for my sweetheart, for whom I feel so sad A lock of hair to cling to is all that will remain And the grave inside this prison yard, a stone that bears no name My trials and tribulations are nearly now all gone A murderer I never was and my spirit will live on Jesus, help me in this troubled time, this hour of trouble deep Help me find my peace of mind, help me Lord, to sleep