There's no love song finer but how strange
The change from major to minor
Every time we say goodbye

Just how long will it take to begin to change?
How long must we wait?

Herro, you tweet thing.

it will be to us all, if we are not more careful.

so?

In the dark, I like to read his mind
But I'm frightened of the things I might find
Oh, there must be something he's thinking of
To tear him away
When I tell him that I'm falling in love
Why does he say

Hush, hush
Keep it down now
Voices carry

John Renbourn died on 26 March 2015 from a heart attack at his home in Hawick in the Scottish Borders, aged 70.

A most excellent guitarist.

You will be missed, John. 

don't look down at your
feet
look up at the sky

be curious

oh yes and we swung out heading south to the warm places
with the sun glistening off the rippling water over the bay and in the salt sea mist
the rocks shone light and smiled with loving kindness as we kisssed all
the birds and fish good bye touching and caressing each one until finally
it was time and the door opened the bright light blinded our eyes so long
acustomed to darkness we fell down onto our knees the air was cool fresh
and smelled of lilac and olive then we could see the moon and the stars thru
the thin screen in the wooden window frame next to the bed and i turned to you and
said oh how could it be any other way and
you laughed with all of your heart and eyes which were blue and pulled me close
to you and like that we fell flying together over the mountains and in to the
secret place beyond so much why and why not and yes and no

My mind is intact
but the shapes of the world
change