Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather
Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer
And the moon shines bright as I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer...
A tender and thoughtful
poem by Robert Burns, spectacularly played by Dick Gaughan and his guitar.
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Originally Posted by Reese
Where Is My Mind - Pixies
I've always loved this song. Was so happy to hear it come on the radio a few minutes ago.
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Listening to the Pixies never fails to lift my mood. That particular song is a favorite.