Sandy Denny
the music weaver
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I'm a long way from you
I'm a long way from home
And who cares for the feeling
Of being alone?
The notes and the words
They will always unfold
And I'm left with a manuscript
That will grow old
And the secrets all told anyway
So the song, it is yours
And the song, it is mine
And a cold wind, it blows
Through good fortunes of time
The hobo, he leaves
When the going is bad
And the music he weaves
Is so gentle and sad
But freedom he has anyway
- Album:
- I’ve Always Kept A Unicorn
- Five Classic Albums
- Miscellaneous
- Rendezvous
- The North Star Grassman and the Ravens
- Like An Old Fashioned Waltz
- All Our Own Work
- The Notes And The Words: A Collection Of Demos And Rarities
- Sandy (Deluxe Edition)
- Like An Old Fashioned Waltz (Deluxe Edition)
- Rendezvous (Deluxe Edition)
- The Music Weaver: Sandy Denny Remembered
- Sandy Denny
- Island Records Folk-Rock Anthology - Meet On The Ledge
- The North Star Grassman and the Ravens (Deluxe Edition)
- The Collection
- The Story of British Folk
- Gold Dust - The Final Concert
- Meet On the Ledge: Folk-Rock Anthology
- Rising For the Moon