Was there ever a winter so cold and so sadEn klockren skildring denna svinkalla vinter... Finns det något att tillägga?
A river to weary to flood
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
Your Mother and IMen också dessa bittra rader:
will do all we can do
To work this thing out
and to take care of you
...
And I hope when you grow up
One day you'll see
Your parents are people
That's all we can be
Your folks fell in loveLyssna också på denna uppgörelse med sig själv, om att vara den som flyr:
Love's a very deep hole
I can't tell you
why these things happen
All you can do is
pray for love
And when you do
put a word in for me
Every note of each song brings a vision
Of love and of pain back to me,
Like a captive I've locked in a prison
And whose liberty rests upon me.
But I can't find the key.
You may never be free.
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leavingSandy Denny spelade in den definitiva versionen med Fairport Convention 1969. Vill lyfta fram allt: Sandys känslofyllda sång, den eftertänksamma texten, Richard Thompson smakfulla gitarrspel och solo, det täta kompet av Fairport. En klassiker som helt riktigt blev framröstad av BBC:s lyssnare 2007 till "Favourite Folk Track Of All Time". Utan konkurrens... Lyssna och njut:
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
