From the 1969 album "Unhalfbricking". Written by Sandy Denny when she was 19, this piece is a good example of the fusion of English folk with rock that Fairport was working on. Richard Thompson's guitar work is quite restrained and delicate. Many feel this is just too sad of a song, but while I agree it is melancholic, the song speaks to truths about our existence. We've all asked the question about the passage of time especially as one ages. Certainly, as Denny indicates in the final verse, love helps ease the uncertainty and loneliness of our life's journey.
AGD Beukho
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?
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 do not count the time.
For who knows,
where the time goes?
Who knows,
where the time goes?
And I am 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 have no fear of time.
For who knows,
how my love grows?
And who knows,
where the time goes?
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