We stood in the windy city
The gypsy girl and I
We slept on the breeze in the midnight
With the rain droppin' tears in our eyes
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say, "I'm too young
For I'm going to try for the sun"
We sang and cracked the sky with laughter
Our breath turned to mist in the colder
Our years put together count to thirty
But our eyes told the dawn that we were old
And who's going to be the one
To say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say, "I'm too young
For I'm going to try for the sun"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXOOlAtaFWM )
Good morning, everyone! Were we ever that young? Having flown too close to the sun several times, I wonder if perhaps I still am? But it's early morning now, so it's Taylors of Harrogate's "Yorkshire" tea to start the day, along with a veggie omelet. Music night tonight, and I've found a slew of old folk music I haven't played in years to bring along! Fun with Donovan and Woody!
Stitchawl