A finger-picked folk song with some accompaniment
escape
picked
flk
Story behind the song
A first term song as winter approached, played in the picking style I learnt from Ray Brockman at school. This worked OK for solo guitar and vocal, so I played it a lot from the Denmark in East Ham through to Kings Banana. Ralph Simpson would have played flute on this.
Lyrics
The wind is turning blowing from the north again
Its time for leaving on the road Ill stray
When the ice comes across the river
Ill be safe in the warm southern rain
Evenings are closing you live by artificial light
The birds are leaving they know its time for flight
And in their wake now Ill soon be going
Time to follow the sunshines might
Like a hypnotist the sun attracts me
Feel the power of light on your face
Leaving there when the night distracts me
Memories that the cold cant erase