I see this as the follow up song to "i'll be here in the morning" as sung to the same girl. Our summer together is now over and I have to go touring but I will return one day.
We had our day but now it's over
We had our song but now it's sung
We had our stroll through summers clover
But summer's gone now, our walkin's done
So tell me gently who be your lover
Who be your lover after I'm gone
Will it be the moon that hears your sighin'
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song
Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning
Will a rose be in your arms when I find you waitin' there
None but the rain should cling to my bosom
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh
None but the wind should warn of your returning
Fare thee well, my love, good-bye
Can't stop re watching this bookmarked it as well. Cannot stop crying makes me thing of my Mother how I did not understand till Dad told me it was a sickness
The sad shame is he gave thouse of us how now his music he gave & still give us so much pleasure but had little him self I find this song so powerful it's like he was saying good by. No one should sit in jugment or condem as he was very sick.
You're amazing. your theory sound so .. logical. My friend and i are sitting here, watching this at 5am. One of us hasn't seen it and the other is tyring to explain how amazing it is, and this video really helped. Thankyou.
I had not heard this one before. I was gonna look for some other stuff too, but I'll stop now. I won't top this today. Maybe i'll try again tomorrow...