Perhaps I am unusual in that certain songs from my past will sometimes rise to the surface of my consciousness so that I find myself humming them, whistling them or singing little fragments from them. Are you the same?
One of my flotsam songs is "The Ballad of Geraldine". Though it's delivered to us by a man, he's singing it in the role of a young woman who is "with child" but finds herself, rather tragically, deserted by her lover. I first heard this song when I was fifteen and for some reason it struck a chord. It's not one of Donovan's best known songs. "Oh I was born with the name Geraldine..." is of course a lie - for he was born with the name Donovan Leitch - but I guess I rather liked that idea of an artist adopting a persona - imagining himself into somebody else's situation. And the theme is surely timeless - young women left holding the baby.
Co-incidentally, it partly echoes a recent episode of the ITV's tear-jerking series, "Long Lost Family" in which a Sheffield woman who is incidentally known to us - finally makes contact with the boy she gave up for adoption thirty two years ago. He was conceived when she was only sixteen. Her outraged father had pressurised her into letting go. Only a codfish would fail to shed a tear or two as we witness the reunion of a mother and her grown up son in a Sheffield centre hotel. You think of all the lost years and the quiet regrets - living lives with vital jigsaw pieces missing..."but all my love I was saving".