I visited Putney Vale cemetery in December 1999, had no idea where the grave was (it was Sunday and the info office was closed); the cemetery was almost closing, but when I thought I'd had to go away without finding the grave, I suddenly found it!! All flower shops where closed so had to (ehm..) "borrow" a flower from a cemetery's flowerbed. I was glad I succeeded in paying homage to one of the greatest artists and beautiful voices of the past century.
Когда-то прямо за могилой Сэнди рос очень красивый клен. Жаль, что его срубили... Виден пенек от него, за плитой. Спасибо, за это видео! Очень грустная история.
.. Lovely vid and track,.. I've just come home after a long ramble past 9B Arthur Road , across Wimbledon Common and into Putney Vale Cemetery to leave a yellow rose at Sandy's headstone ,.. :o)
also visted her grave in 1992 having been impacted by Sandy's music and words for now over 45 plus years... I would be the last person you would think of doing this but her importance to so many people is beyond desciption.. sad to see that her brother died only two years later.. how sad this all is.. "the lady"
@@RocktrampKonig I agree. She was never better than when playing by herself. I looked up Rendezvous, but even the Deluxe Edition doesn't have this version, so I'm guessing it's from the boxed set, 'Demos and Rarities'. Many thanks. The film and song are very moving.
@@StephenSeabird Yes, it was included in the box set19 CD, 2010 and also in the box set "A Boxful of Treasures", 2004. Some of her demos touch me very deeply. I'd like to advise also 2 demos of "What is True" - on guitar and on piano. You can find it on RU-vid. It's so heartwarming!
All Our Days Sandy Denny We search for everything Keeping what we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake Ice melts on the lake Birds begin in making their way back home The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs in the fields Warmer grows the morning sun Days of youthfulness and fun The prime of the year begun The song of summer to be sung Everything is one Working day is done Watch the river running through our lives How slowly the colours change We feel the drops of rain Mists of evening rise again We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes As autumn night draws in We sit upon the sand Warmth draining from the land Watching the ruby sun Setting on the ocean The echoes in the caves The flame upon the waves Memories for saving all our days
