We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £1 GBP  or more

     

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Audio CD with full colour 8 page booklet with song notes, track listing etc.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Heavy Duty - Ballads of the Unfree via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 2 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      £7 GBP or more 

     

about

I first heard Ritchie Havens sing this traditional American slave song in the opening sequence of the movie Woodstock.
I have added extra verses about our separation from Eden, from ‘the garden.’ This is not nostalgia, but expresses my despair that we may already be too late.
Our fragile planet is the only one we have, and the only home we will ever have. We are all prisoners of our environment. Life outside our planet is an illusion, and if we do not recognise and respect our Mother Earth, our species can not survive. That is not an ‘alternative fact’. Eggs is eggs.

lyrics

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child…
A long way from home

Sometimes I feel that we are almost gone
Sometimes I feel like we are almost gone,
Sometimes I feel like we are almost gone,
A long, long way from home.

I remember our mother, seems a long time ago,
I remember our dear mother, seems a long time ago,
Her rivers ran clear, we could watch the garden grow,
Now we’re a long way from home.

Now we can’t drink the water, the air it makes us choke,
The ice caps are shrinking, and the forest up in smoke,
Nuclear plant in melt-down, the currency is broke,
We’re a long, long way from home.

The garden turns to concrete, makes us corporation slaves,
To the TV and the shopping mall, from the nursery to the grave,
The war machine is hungry, eating up the brave,
And we’re a long, long way from home…

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child… Rpt. Verse 1

credits

from Heavy Duty - Ballads of the Unfree, released February 1, 2018
Traditional / Bill Lloyd

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Bill Lloyd image

Bill Lloyd Kendal, UK

Bill Lloyd is a folk singer and multi-instrumentalist from the Lake District in northern England. He plays 5 string banjo and Galician gaita bagpipes, uilleann pipes and whistles, He is a versatile singer in the ‘high lonesome’ mountain style, delicate ballads, and ‘come-all-ye’ folk styles. Bill is an experienced storyteller, compere, music promoter, record producer and festival organiser. ... more

contact / help

Contact Bill Lloyd

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Bill Lloyd, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featuring Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) from the theatrical NYC rockers, Castle Rat.
listen now