From the Golden Bough recording,
The Boatman's Daughter,
recorded at John Altman Studios
in San Francisco and first released
on Kicking Mule Records in 1983.

Black Jack Davy
1983 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

- 1 -
Three long years since she's been gone and three long years I've missed her.
Three long years since I held her close and longer since I kissed her.
Now I ride the hills both night and day looking for my lady,
And the people in the town, when I come their way, they call me Black Jack Davy.

- Chorus -
And they call me Black Jack, Black Jack Davy,
Cause I ride the hills in search of a fair young lady.
And they call me Black Jack, Black Jack Davy,
And I'll ride those hills until I find my lady.

- 2 -
It was only three short years ago, although it seems forever,
Off she rode with a gypsy lad through the wildwood and the heather.
Now the men-folk see me ride through the night, stand close to their ladies,
For as I gallop through the soft moonlight, they call me Black Jack Davy.

-Chorus-

- 3 -
Then one night I awoke in fright and she was not beside me,
But a glimmer of light through the thick grown trees was all I had to guide me.
And I rode all night 'til the morning light, looking for my lady,
Taken away by the midnight call, away from Black Jack Davy.

-Chorus-

- 4 -
The years have come and the years have gone and through the midnight lonely,
Rides the shape of a broken man looking for his only.
And the people in the town, if you ask them yet, they swear by their youngest baby
That the ghostly sight on the dark midnight is the gypsy, Black Jack Davy.

-Chorus-

Copyright
1998 - 2004

by Golden Bough, Inc.