Fairport Convention - The time is near

The time is ^F#mnear for ^Emthings to pass ^D The ^Gtime for me to ^F#leave But ^Bmas I lie here ^Aall alone I ^Greally can't believe ^F# That^Bm twenty years I've ^Aspent on earth Would ^Gend in so much ^F#grief That the ^Bmmany friendly ^Afaces Should ^Gnow stare hatefully ^{F# Bm}

A ^Gletter home to ^Dmother And a ^Gletter home to ^F#dad A^Bmnother to my ^Asweetheart For ^Gwhom I feel so ^F#sad A ^Bmlock of hair to ^Acling to Is al^Gl, all that will re^F#main And the ^Bmgrave inside this ^Aprison yard A ^Gstone that bears no na^F#me ^Bm

My ^Gtrials and tribu^Dlations Are ^Gnearly now all ^F#gone A ^Bmmurderer I ^Anever was And my ^Gspirit will live ^F#on ^BmJesus, help me in this ^Atroubled time This ^Ghour of trouble ^F#deep ^BmHelp me find my ^Apeace of mind ^GHelp me lord, to sle^F#ep ^Bm