Words by Alison Pittaway: tune traditional, adapted and arranged by David Harley. All rights reserved.
Backup:
He was a raggle taggle man
In raggle taggle clothes
Reaching, reaching for the stars
As he wandered down the road
Once the world was at his feet
But then it fell apart
His friends becoming strangers
Who left him in the dark
His world was all in pieces
That he couldn’t shape at last
While the wind was blowing
Through the weeds and grass
People tried to reassure him
But still he lost all hope
And looking at his life
He knew he couldn’t cope
So home alone he went alone
And all alone he died
But everyone who knew him
Now remembers him with pride
He was so beautiful inside.
Oh raggle taggle, raggle taggle, raggle taggle man
Oh raggle taggle, raggle taggle, raggle taggle man…
Alison and I (among others) ran a folk club in London (at Jacksons Lane Community Centre, Highgate) for a while, and later on lived in the same part of Tottenham for several years. It’s only recently – when we haven’t met face-to-face in decades and now live in different counties – that we’ve started to collaborate on songs, though.
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