LP - Chrysalis CHR 1203 (UK, 1978) LP - Chrysalis 51-1203 ( NL) LP - Phonogram 6307 627 (GER) LP - Takoma 7079 (US) CD - Shanachie CD 79059 (US) CD - BGO Records BGOCD213 (UK, 1993)	Maddy Prior: Changing Winds To Have And To Hold [4:07] Pity the Poor Night Porter [3:59] Bloomers [2:59] Accapella Stella* [1:43] Canals [5:28] The Sovereign Prince [8:42] Ali Baba [2:52] The Mountain** [3:38] In Fighting [3:24] Another Drink [3:23] All compositions by Maddy Prior, except * by Rick Kemp and ** by Sarah Deco
musicians:	Maddy Prior - vocals Richie Close - keyboards Doug Morter - lead guitar, backing vocals John O'Connor - electric and acoustic guitars Kevin Savigar - keyboards Rick Kemp - bass, backing vocals John Lingwood - drums, percussion B. J. Cole - pedal steel guitar David Hassell - percussion Glyn Thomas - syndrums Malcolm Peet - bottleneck guitar Philip Todd - saxophone, clarinet Sarah Deco - piano, backing vocals Chris Stainton - piano Barbara Dickson - backing vocals
other credits:	Strings arranged and conducted by Richie Close Leader of Strings: Jack Rothstein Produced by David Rohl Recorded at DJM Studios (London) Engineered by Dick Plant Photography by Ken Griffiths and Allan Ballard Art direction by Peter Wagg © 1978 Chryslis Records Ltd.

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To Have And To Hold In the dark continents of famine The swollen bellied children stare But apathy defeats despair Unfortunates in place and time Surely someday the bells must chime for you Chorus: To have and to hold The have nots have always been told Their day will come So they sit and watch and wait While fate fails to deliver They sit and shiver through the cold light of day In the mean lands of the plenty In empty rooms everywhere The sad eyed lovers stare At letters or at telephones Praying for loved ones to come home again Chorus The waiting and the yearning The burning turning inside out The silent shout of need Gentle tempting whispered greed Will twist your heart and turn your head about 2x Chorus Pity the Poor Night Porter Chorus: Pity the poor night porter When the band comes to town Calling for refreshments Ham and Cheese all round Pity the poor night porter When the road crew comes in Calling for refreshments Whisky, beer and gin He's sleeping in the corner Hoping that the bell won't ring It's been ringing for an hour He can't hear a thing His ears are stopped, his nose is blocked The heating's up to high The window sills are all nailed up The air is bone dry Chorus He's a quiet man in a quiet suit Well liked by his friends A man that never borrows And a man that never lends Five kids in rented digs Alice for a wife He took a job at night To earn a quiet life Chorus No lift, late shift Working overtime No tip, all lip Tacky pantomime Two stars no bars Prohibition comedy He'd give you anything you want But the waiter took the key Chorus Bloomers Fine English rose in rich soil she grows Old walls shield her from the wind that blows Resulting cultivation supplied with every need Seeking for a weed that's of the right seed Proud purple thistle it's wiser not to pluck Growing where she can, she never waits for luck Brought up in a hard school thistle down the wind Raised on blunt words more sinned against than sinned Chorus: Stinking plants in the hedgerows With grim grit will flourish While nicely bred orchids Wilt in the front window florist But dark mother earth Will catch them all up And trample them back into the forest The vamp of vegetation the scarlet poppy flirts Laughs as she dances flaunting flimsy skirts Tempting the senses with her milk white juice Sensual opium determined to seduce Independent wallflower careered through her youth And caught unawares she turns to face the truth Laughs at the battle of the sexes, but listens for the sound Of strife and separation to declare the second round Chorus Accapella Stella Accappella Stella she don't need a man Only the occasional one night stand Never to rely on any handy man She walks beautiful by herself Accappella Stella she does everything Baking her own bread and making silver rings Doesn't need a band although she loves to sing She sings beautiful by herself Chorus: Accappella Stella you're a world beating fella Of a new kind There's no way to tell her she'll be sharing An umbrella When the rain starts she won't mind Accappella Stella beat you any game All the girls around they seem to be the same Now they're liberated there's no need to change They look beautiful by themselves Chorus Canals We'll take a long boat along the canal Free from the road and the rail We'll sail along just the two of us We'll walk just the two of us We'll talk just the two of us together We'll take a long weekend my friend and me Away from the car and the phone We'll roam alone just the two of us We'll walk just the two of us We'll talk just the two of us together We'll sit in the sunshine on a fine blue day And watch all the world drift away And stay alone just the two of us We'll walk just the two of us We'll talk just the two of us together Ali Baba Chorus: Ali Baba burning the midnight oil He don't fret and he don't toil But who will put out the light Who can compete with those Arabian Nights? In the desert a nomad is no bad thing Pitch your tent next to a Bedouin But choose a good date to read your palm And listen to the words of the desert song Chorus In the harems in Baghdad how bazaar Veiled in the back of a Cadillac car The Saracen swords fought the infidel hordes Richard the Lionheart and the Christendom Lords Chorus Conspicuous in purda down Harley Street The Sheiks of the desert got the system beat But all the warriors of Islam Never did win what the oil has won Chorus

The Sovereign Prince The mariner is sailing Sailing across the sea Seeking out the enemy Bringing spices back home to me Spanish gold for the taking At the harbour of Cadiz Their fleet they left a-blazing On the Ocean bed, stone cold, her cannons lie Eldorado lies a shimmering Shimmering like a mirage Luring the merchant venturers On a brutal grim and overlong voyage Treasure laden galleons Lemons, melons and quince Strange exotic cargo Gift and garlands fit for the Prince And Gloriana rules with a woman's wiles Plays the coquette with politics and smiles A computer for a brain in the body of a child All temper and guile And the girls on the beach They are lying out of reach They rub oil on their skins And roll in the sand of hated Spain And the girls in sidewalk bars Drink their coffee, smoke their cigars And laugh at the waiting maid Who covers afraid of the Prince And Gloriana in stiff starched lace With pearls in her hair and thunder on her face Screams with rage: Has God left this place? There's no God in this place And the girls on the phone Ring collect when they call home And talk inconsequent Will pass in a moment a thousand miles And the girls in the airport lounge Are awaiting the tannoy sound For the flight to Brazil With a couple of weeks to kill in the sun And Gloriana so harsh and chaste The soldier in her breast is raging at the waste Of Victories lost and battles left unfaced For want of such haste And the girls in high-strapped shoes With a tan they never lose Wear the cross of gold In memory of stories told in Sunday School And the girls without the Church Leave their lovers in the church But seldom sleep alone And think no more of Rome than a tourist town And Gloriana sits slumped on the throne Her head in her hands is weeping alone Dreaming of the past and times that are gone Dreams of time to come And the mariner is sailing Sailing across the sea Seeking out the enemy Bringing spices back home to me Bring me my scallops shell of quiet My staff of faith to walk upon My scrip of joy, immortal diet My bottle of salvation My Gown of glory, hopes true gauge And thus I'll take my pilgrimage (Raleigh) The Mountain Lady lives on a mountain Lover lives below in the town Every morning and night he calls to her Calls to her to make the sacrifice Chorus: And the mountain is of his making And she is still waiting for his love She tried so hard to reach the standards set for her And to hide the feelings angels never have But is was only his fear that stopped him getting too near And only her shame that made her feel the same Chorus As day breaks over the mountain The mist clears and the icy slopes dissolve Mist made the mountain look so beautiful But left so many problems unsolved Chorus In Fighting I know you can take care of yourself, he said as he slugged her on the chin No I can't she screamed at him as she kicked him in the shin Plates were flying everywhere, cruel words fouled the air The neighbours heard every word but they were too fare gone to care Chorus: In fighting, in fighting Starting a relationship at the end of an affair In fighting, in fighting Ruthless when you should be taking care After hours of loving togetherness, the strain was finally felt The teapot hit his forehead but the insults went below the belt Not the crystal she pleaded anything but the cut glass But it only proved incentive and it hit the wall an impressive crash Chorus He tore her best friends apart, she tore his best clothes He bruised her delicate ego and she bruised his elegant nose Chorus But as the day was dawning and all the words were finally said They shrugged in confusion and fell exhausted back on the bed Chorus Another Drink Happy hour highballs at half price Tequila and vermouth without ice Peanuts first To stimulate a thirst A simple effective sales device Chorus: But I'm not going to take another drink I'm never going to take another drop I said it last night and the night before But this time I'm really going to stop Fine old Bristol sherry we've quaffed Got sossled, got maudlin and we've laughed Boozy and beery Stinking and leery Drinking real ale sold on draught Chorus It makes you fat and fuzzy in the head And I'm sick of drinking alka seltzer every night before I go to bed Lemonade's fine With just a touch of white wine So maybe I'll drink that instead Chorus

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