A finger-picked guitar folk song
folk
ballad
leaving
picked
yearning
Story behind the song
The easy action on my Echo meant that I started experimenting with bar chords and twiddly bits I played this at the Red Cow a few times.
Lyrics
Mandy sits by an open door singing softly a tune
And the glow of the evening clouds shows that nights coming soon
All the while she is thinking where can he be
The sun is sinking and the wind is free
Lights a candle and everywhere shadows flutter around
Sits in silence and meditates on the chance of a sound
The beating of feathers rustles leave son the tree
As a call splits the evening and the song is free
Tony stops for a moments pause at the edge of the town
One last look and then turns away before he should drown
In a feeling of sadness thats not how it should be
Substitutes for gladness and he thinks hes free
Mandy lies in a hollow be pulls the covers around
Realises the words he said though he uttered no sound
The moon shines relentless but theres no one to see
As she cries to her pillow and she knows shes free
