One of my earliest songs, written in the late 60s (though it’s been through a few changes since then: haven’t we all?)
There’ll never be a better time for starting something new I’m spending too much time alone, brooding over you But nothing comes that easy, and I’ve got so insecure Since the angel I was slowly learning how to trust is surely finding Strange ways of turning long-time dreams into nightmares after all
The sun will rise and fall and the night will win again So I’m promised with no guarantee of stars And in my street-lit room I will sing some different tune To the futile rusting chords of my guitar
The beggar-clown will weep as he tiptoes through my sleep If he knows, he will not tell me where you are In his hand he holds a candle I reach out to pluck its blossom And it lies between the strings of my guitar
This may well be the first song I ever wrote that I can still remember all through, though it’s changed a lot since 1969. It contains some of the original lines, but the tune has changed completely.
Another of my CD reviews for Folking.com. I’ve forgotten what little Welsh I knew (well, I know you slow down when it says Araf on the road…) but I really liked this anyway. (And some of the lyrics _are_ in English.)
I was enormously pleased and encouraged to have some tracks played today (April 1st 2017) on Ian Semple’s show on Coast FM (96.5 and 97.2 FM or via the web). An excellent performer in his own right, Ian includes a lot of local music in his show between 12pm and 2pm on Saturdays and I listen in whenever I can. Thanks, Ian, for the exposure and for the kind words!
The tracks were from a gaggle (or is that gabble?) of CDs I’ve been working on in the past few months when I haven’t been able to get out much. All vocals and instruments are me: I can’t blame anybody else… Words and music (apart from the Housman poem) copyright David Harley. All rights reserved.