Stranger To Himself - Fairport Convention

He was a stranger to himself

A spy in his own camp

And his money was his health

All thrown to the dust by his very own hand

Yet his beauty lingered still

Beyond the draining of the sand

But greener was the other side of the hill

Richer was the other man’s land

But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would

We loved him, loved him like no others could

And she loved him, loved him like a lover should

Take good care of an aching heart

You never can replace it

You know you are the master of your heart

You’ll realise that when you think it fit

Those orbs of blue are jading away

No laughter from them dances

Yet you’re bound to remember this one day

Hazards are risks and risks are chances

You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare

Till it’s all over, all over and there’s no-one there

'Cos you daren’t discover, daren’t discover that we really care