It occurred to me that there must be a lot of people who visit this blog who have never heard or appreciated the wonderful poetry and music of the great Roy Harper – our poet laureate and greatest British songwriter.
Here’s a You Tube connection:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QC5gebGthAs
and here’s a short snatch of lyrics. He has such scope and captures so much. A true British genius.
Roy Harper – Me And My Woman
I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals
But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals
Ah but it’s got a little better since I let her sundanceI never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire
But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
And he’s got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears
But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals
Ah but it’s got a little better since I let her sundanceI never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire
But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
And he’s got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears
He spreads her a shelter
She takes the tall skies
As they helter skelter
Along the same sighs
And she wakes my days with a glad face
She fakes and says I’m a hard case
She makes and plays like a bad ace
Carrying my ways into scarred space
And she knows me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we’re going to
Me and my woman
Me and my little woman