Nick Drake: in search of his mother, Molly
The
collected songs of the legendary musician's mother offer a poignant
insight into his early life and influences, as Nick's sister Gabrielle
explains
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2013/mar/22/nick-drake-mother-molly?INTCMP=SRCH
Molly Drake - How Wild The Wind Blows
The acorn carries an oak tree
Sleeping but for a little while
Winter lies in the arms of spring
As a mother carries her child
And never knows
How wild the wind blows
A thought carries a universe
A seed carries a field of grain
Love lies in the arms of change
As a joy carries a pain
And no one knows
How wild the wind blows.
Sleeping but for a little while
Winter lies in the arms of spring
As a mother carries her child
And never knows
How wild the wind blows
A thought carries a universe
A seed carries a field of grain
Love lies in the arms of change
As a joy carries a pain
And no one knows
How wild the wind blows.
Molly Drake - The First Day
This is the first day of the rest of my life
Could be the first day of the best of my life
There could be sunlight, there could be rain
But losing or winning, this is beginning all over again
This is the birthday of a brand new start
Change of direction, change of heart
When I think of today I feel tempted to say
Destiny, do your worst
Of the rest of the days of the rest of my life
It's only the first
Each little day is a world of its own
Each little day is a tomb
Whenever the day has drifted away
It's back to the womb
As I lie alone in the darkness
Waiting the next rebirth
I say for me what could very well be
For everyone else on earth
Could be the first day of the best of my life
There could be sunlight, there could be rain
But losing or winning, this is beginning all over again
This is the birthday of a brand new start
Change of direction, change of heart
When I think of today I feel tempted to say
Destiny, do your worst
Of the rest of the days of the rest of my life
This is only the first.
Could be the first day of the best of my life
There could be sunlight, there could be rain
But losing or winning, this is beginning all over again
This is the birthday of a brand new start
Change of direction, change of heart
When I think of today I feel tempted to say
Destiny, do your worst
Of the rest of the days of the rest of my life
It's only the first
Each little day is a world of its own
Each little day is a tomb
Whenever the day has drifted away
It's back to the womb
As I lie alone in the darkness
Waiting the next rebirth
I say for me what could very well be
For everyone else on earth
Could be the first day of the best of my life
There could be sunlight, there could be rain
But losing or winning, this is beginning all over again
This is the birthday of a brand new start
Change of direction, change of heart
When I think of today I feel tempted to say
Destiny, do your worst
Of the rest of the days of the rest of my life
This is only the first.
We tramped the open moorland in the rainy April weather
And came upon the little inn that we had found together
The landlord gave us toast and tea and stopped to share a joke
And I remember firelight
I remember firelight
I remember firelight
And you remember smoke
We ran about the meadow grass with all the harebells bending
And shaking in the summer wind a summer never-ending
We wandered to the little stream among the river flats
And I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
And you remember gnats
We strolled the Spanish marketplace at 90 in the shade
With all the fruit and vegetables so temptingly arrayed
And we can share a memory as every lover must
And I remember oranges
I remember oranges
I remember oranges
And you remember dust
The autumn leaves are tumbling down and winter's almost here
But through the spring and summertime we laughed away the year
And now we can be grateful for the gift of memory
For I remember having fun
Two happy hearts that beat as one
When I had thought that we were "we"
But we were "you and me".
And came upon the little inn that we had found together
The landlord gave us toast and tea and stopped to share a joke
And I remember firelight
I remember firelight
I remember firelight
And you remember smoke
We ran about the meadow grass with all the harebells bending
And shaking in the summer wind a summer never-ending
We wandered to the little stream among the river flats
And I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
I remember willow trees
And you remember gnats
We strolled the Spanish marketplace at 90 in the shade
With all the fruit and vegetables so temptingly arrayed
And we can share a memory as every lover must
And I remember oranges
I remember oranges
I remember oranges
And you remember dust
The autumn leaves are tumbling down and winter's almost here
But through the spring and summertime we laughed away the year
And now we can be grateful for the gift of memory
For I remember having fun
Two happy hearts that beat as one
When I had thought that we were "we"
But we were "you and me".
