Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, 'You must not ask for so much.' And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, 'Hey, why not ask for more?'
Comme l'oiseau sur la branche Comme l'ivrogne dans le choeur de la nuit J’ai cherché ma liberté
Sandy Denny's immortal classic is the final song on the album, and is sung as a
duet with the delightful Amy 'Sugarbee' Caldwell, whom I've never met. (We
collaborated on the song via the 'net). One of the finest songs ever written about
the fragility of Love in the face of Time.
Down the street the dogs are barking and the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-fallin’, the dogs’ll lose their bark. An’ the silent night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind, For I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.
From the crossroads of my doorstep, my eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room, where my love and I have laid. An’ I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk and the sign, And I’m one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.
It’s a restless hungry feeling that don’t mean no one no good, When ev’rything I’m a-sayin’ you can say it just as good. You’re right from your side, I’m right from mine. We’re both just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking, that never takes a chance It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyin', that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.
Maybe it was because it was the day before Valentine's Day,
but I heard Bette Midler's version of this on the radio as I
was putting the album together, and was blown away by it. It
seemed only natural to include it on an album which was themed
on Love and the passage of Time.