Just found the thread and realised it wasn't, sorry!
Stowaway also reminds me of The Ferryman by Ralph McTell. Another great folk artist.
No problem. In fact hardly anyone went to the funeral - her mum wanted it that way...And thanks again...
And now for something completely different:
Trickster
A trickster caught me on the street
sleeves rolled up and hair clipped neat
painted smile on his cheeks
He said, we should have spoken
for my work here is near complete
I've stolen the ground from under your feet
but I won't have taken what I seek
until I see you broken
Tinker tailor soldier sailor
rich man poor man thief
Your heart bleeds but your veins are hollow
Where I lead I know you'll follow
and, sure as hell, the lies you swallow
beggar belief
He said, You always fought the good fight
but now you don't know your left from your right
your white is black and your black is white
Admit you've been forsaken
All you believed once now you doubt
The urge conceived is all scraped out
I said, You don't know what you're talking about
He said, You are mistaken
Tinker, tailor...
War goes on and you stand still
You cast your vote, they shoot to kill
Now you raise money where you raised hell
It's sad your faith's so shaken
But I denied I played his game
He said, You shouldn't feel ashamed
You know it's all done in your name
This is the path you've taken
Tinker, tailor...
It's over now, he said, I'll go
I caught his arm and I cried, You know
whatever power you take now
the wheel will always turn
We'll rise again when the cold wind blows
across your grave - He said, Who knows?
Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose
Call me, I will return
Tinker, tailor...