I just bought the CD "Dreams Fly Away: by Linda Thomspson", which has a collection of the songs she has done herself or with Richard Thompson. While I have many of these already on earlier albums, a lot a new releases and there are some new songs. I especially like this one, a poem by Brian Patten put to a lovely tune ...
Sometimes it happens And sometimes it happens that you are friends and thenYou are not friends,And friendship has passed.And whole days are lost and among themA fountain empties itself.And sometimes it happens that you are loved and thenYou are not loved,And love is past.And whole days are lost and among themA fountain empties itself into the grass.And sometimes you want to speak to her and thenYou do not want to speak,Then the opportunity has passed.Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and thenThere is somewhere to go,Then you have bypassed.And the years flare up and are gone,Quicker than a minute.So you have nothing.You wonder if these things matter and thenAs soon you begin to wonder if these things matterThey cease to matter,And caring is past.And a fountain empties itself into the grass.Brian Patten