Devonside
By Devonside she was a-marching
It was a gang of no great size
And surrender was the banner that she carried
And hungry was the shiver in her eyes
She met a boy, his health was failing
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
By Devonside his love was drifting
He looked for comfort otherwise
And there never was a rope or chain about him
Ah, she held him with the shiver in her eyes
Ah, she said, my John, I'll be your pillow
I'll be your lover, mother, whore and wife
And he knew that he loved and never seen her
When the light fell from the shiver in her eyes
Devonside
Pela Devonside ela estava marchando
Era um grupo de pouca importância
E a rendição era a bandeira que ela carregava
E a fome era o tremor em seus olhos
Ela conheceu um garoto, sua saúde estava ruim
Ela largou a bandeira e pegou seu prêmio
E a única comida que tinha era pão e morfina
Ah, mas ele se alimentava do tremor em seus olhos
Pela Devonside o amor dele estava se perdendo
Ele buscava conforto em outro lugar
E nunca houve uma corda ou corrente ao seu redor
Ah, ela o segurava com o tremor em seus olhos
Ah, ela disse, meu John, eu serei seu travesseiro
Serei sua amante, mãe, prostituta e esposa
E ele sabia que a amava e nunca a tinha visto
Quando a luz caiu do tremor em seus olhos
Composição: Richard Thompson