The Time Is Near - Fairport Convention

The time is near for things to pass, the time for me to leave

But as I lie hear all alone, I really can’t believe

That twenty years I’ve spent on earth would 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 to 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