This isnt Sandy Denny Singing.It's a later tribute to her. Rest In Peace Sweet Sandy.........I was honoured to see her live once.......... Read More Here about the greatest Voice England produced in my lifetime.

Fairport, RT and June Tabor revive one of Fairports early numbers at Cropredy in 1987.

"Oh, father build for me a bonny boat
That on the wide ocean I may float
And every Queen's ship that we pass by
There I'll inquire for my sailor boy"

They had not sailed long upon the deep
When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet
"You sailors all, pray tell me true
Does my sweet William sail among your crew?"

"Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here
For he's been drownded, we greatly fear
On yon green island, as we passed it by
There we lost sight of your sailing boy"

Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair
She was like a young girl in great despair
And her little boat against a rock did run
"How can I live now? My sweet William is gone

Thanks To COMMONSENSE!

It's just another morning
As the sun comes up again
take your first sip of coffee
Say hello to your friend

Take a peek at the paper
Any good news today?
but it seems like nothing's going on
So face down it will stay

Eight o'clock in the morning
And your job cries out your name
sitting down at your computer
But something is gonna change

Another sip of coffee
but your papers stay in your drawer
So many places you'd rather be

and then you see
a sight among sights
you arise from your seat
as you feel
the ground beneath your feet
crumbling

and you're still sitting here
Up on the sixty-sixth floor
should've watched the Sunrise
Could've been living for more
But today it is marked
as your day to die
as two tears...
they form in your eyes

It was just another morning
Yea the sun came up again
took one last sip of coffee
Said hello to your friend
how could today have really been any better?


but then you saw the sight among sights
that sight that blinds your eyes
and you felt the ground beneath your feet
crumbling

and you were just sitting there
on the sixty-sixth floor
hoping a miracle came
hoping you'd live just one day more
But today it was marked
as the start of the end
we can't go backwards ever again

and you were just sitting there
Up on the sixty-sixth floor
hoping a miracle came
hoping you'd live just one day more
But today it is marked
as the start of the end
we can't go backwards ever again

I read this today in one of the Sunday Papers Book Reviews....
pop culture's core function is to encode memories, to act as a fixative, sowing the seeds of nostalgia in advance..........
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