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 have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." - Hamlet Act II scene ii
Mr Pudding welcomes all genuine comments - even those with which he disagrees. However, puerile or abusive comments from anonymous contributors will continue to be given the short shrift they deserve. Any spam comments that get through Google/Blogger defences will also be quickly deleted.
What a pure, sweet voice. Beautiful! I am sorry to say that I never heard of or encountered Ms. Denny whilst I was in "the business." I am sorry she died so young as many of our "folk" musicians did. I am glad I survived to enjoy my middle and late years surrounded and loved by my family. That picture with her and her guitar?......give her white-blond hair and her countenance could be mine.ReplyDelete
You should get hold of some of her music MT. She was in an English folk-rock-traditional band called Fairport Convention for part of her short career.Delete
Her time to go was certainly early, what a shame.ReplyDelete
She fell down the stairs and hit her head. At first the doctor seems to have half-dismissed the resulting headache. There was a swelling deep inside her brain. But there were other "issues" surrounding her death - not least the disappearance of her Australian husband with their baby, Georgia.Delete
Time seems to fly even faster as I get older. Did you ever see her live YP?ReplyDelete
ps did you speak to your lad about the lunch? if you did can you let me have your email address?
Yes. I did see her live with Fairport Convention not long before she split. I shall leave my secret email address at your place rather than here.Delete
Love that song!ReplyDelete
Me too Jenny.Delete
Me too! Thanks!Delete