Thanks so much everyone for your birthday greetings, public and private
and somewhere in between!! They gave me lots of smiles, which is a very
welcome gift since it feels like I had a birthday, oh, maybe six months
ago. At this rate, I'd better stop sleeping....
How nice, too, to see mention of one of my favorite songs, especially
today when I'm struck by the very same time-rushing feeling Sandy Denny
wrote about. So I'm now listening to her live version... what a
wonderful voice she has! This song seems hopeful to me tonight (must be
the beer I had and all that potent hot tea as a chaser :-).
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I do not count the time
Who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I'm not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I do not fear the time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
This is reminding me of Joni's Urge for Going, with the mention of birds
and fire and winter and inevitable going. I find Joni's song very
mournful too.
Hearing this also reminds me of an enjoyable evening months ago at Fez
(hi Alison! hi Jeff!) and hearing Irish singer Susan McKeown end the
show with this song. Her emotional rendition was in my head for weeks.
What a great song!
Debra Shea
NP: Sandy Denny, Gold Dust concert, Who knows...
