Little Wing

they'll talk about a 'reputation'... what do they know?

they whisper in the shadows of their fears...

they'll envy you a situation; deal you a bitter blow

but gossip only interests idle ears...

don't you worry about a thing... listen t this song I sing

close your eyes  and fly with me, little wing...

to someplace far away..we'll be back by break of day

when sunrise strums the dawn on silver strings...

...

what can I say to you, child... to set your mind at ease

we all have our special cross to bear...

the tamest horse can turn wild, and take into the trees

et her hoof prints fade into the first snows of the year...

and the same is true of you... just take pride in what you do

you only have to heed the call of your own heart...

don't let conscience be your guide lay regrets and memories aside

take a hand and cast yourself in a new part...

...

I can tell you one thing truly... I can see you want to

I can show you just how to get through to me...

and if you believe me, it won't hurt so to leave me;

take my hand, you can stand right next to me...

don't you worry about a thing... listen to this song I sing

close your eyes and fly with me, little wing...

to someplace far away... we'll be back by break of day...

when sunrise strums the dawn on silver strings...

...

talk about a 'reputation'... (huh..)... what do they know?

    ...well.. not Jimi's 'Little Wing' by a long shot... ths one turned up on those old Cragg/Bertok/O'Toole sessions from Artspace (1978?)... I recall  the boys using the straps (three) from my old Guild guitar case ( the handle was gone, and this was some time before gig bags were at all common or available...)... tied to a pillar to keep distance from the microphone (shades of brave Ulysses...),, pretty rough stuff, but once again ; Pete and Geo laid down some lovely supporting arrangements. Hell, I listen to scratchy records; I can surely listen to this on occasion. The whole premise a little shaky, though I suspect there was a young lady or two in mind... the one in particular feeling trapped in her small hometown, 'reputation' firmly established by the time we met. The term 'child' a colloquialism; not a suggestion of under age status... (and it rhymes with 'wild'; donchyaknow ). " sunlight strums the dawn on silver strings..."... I suspect I was listening to a fair bit of Townes Van Zandt back then. love to all, d.

 

 

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