Juggling Chainsaws Again

     …with the giveaway and related crap, so have a little music from the late, deeply lamented Sandy Denny, from her eponymous album Sandy:

The young man rose his pretty face,
All for to feel the salty spray.
When storms are mustering they say
I'll come and take you all away.

I am a traveller by trade,
I only have what I have made.
A fortune teller too, they say,
And I can take you all away.

Listen, listen to him, do,
He is the one who is for you.
Listen, they say,
He'll come and take us all away.

And over there the young man stayed,
Upon on the rocks so rough and grey.
Watching the buoy. Watching the day.
Thinking of how he came to be.

A young man he, he is so real,
And nevermore to go astray.
He is a farrier now, they say,
And he can take himself away.

Listen, listen to him, do,
He is the one who is for you.
Listen, they say,
He'll come and take us all away.

     If I could produce just one thing that simple and beautiful, I would consider my life well lived.