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Sweet Forget Me Not
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indie love acoustic canada folk singer songwriter traditional allison crowe
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"Soulful. Alive. Joyous. Grievous. Real, true, music is what I want to make."
"Ever wonder what it would have been like to listen to a gifted singer/songwriter from Saskatchewan in a small, intimate hall before she became Joni Mitchell? Don't fret the missed opportunity. There's no need to turn back the clock. Check out Allison Crowe..." Robert Reid, The Record (Canada) "Allison Crowe has a voice to fall in love with. She is from Vancouver Island in Canada, descended from Scottish, Irish and Manx stock. She's exactly the sort of artist who can make serious headway on her own label and that's just what she's doing." Record of the Day (UK) "Once famously described as possessing a style akin to 'Elton John meets Edith Piaf', the Canadian singer-songwriter Allison Crowe is renowned for her ability to blend control and melodrama." MOJO (UK) "With the soul of Janis Joplin and the tenderness of fellow Canuck Sarah McLachlan, Crowe rocks with her own unique brand of roots charm." Exclaim magazine rock - gospel, jazz - grunge, classical - blues, folk - soul; a voice that unites genres and generations
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Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
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Peak #158
Peak in subgenre #12
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PD arranged by Allison Crowe
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August 06, 2013
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MP3 4.0 MB • 160 kbps • 3:29
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Sweet Forget Me Not Words and Music - Bobby Newcomb As Performed by Allison Crowe Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower bright and fair. Its grace and beauty both combine more brighter to more fair. Just like a maiden that I know once shared my happy lot, where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget me not." We met I really don't know where, but still it's just the same, for love grows in the city streets as well as in the lane. I gently pressed her tiny hand - one glance at me she shot. She dropped her flower, I picked it up - 'twas a sweet forget-me-not. She's graceful and she's charming like the lilies in the pond. Time is sliding swiftly by - of her I am so fond. The roses and the daisies were blooming around the spot, where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget me not." At last there came a happy time when something that I said it caused her lips to mouth her "Yes" - and shortly we were wed. There is a house down in the lane in a tiny garden spot. There grows a flower, I know it well - it's a sweet forget-me-not. She's graceful and she's charming like the lilies in the pond. Time is flying swiftly by - of her I am so fond. The roses and the daisies were blooming around the spot, where we parted when she whispered, "You'll forget me not." When we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget me not."
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