Deze song trof mij diep bij het fietsen door de avondlucht met de ondergaande zon in het westen en slechts een zuchtje wind, Nick Drake op zijn best met "When the day is done": luister hier
Deze mooie song draag ik op aan mijn liefste dochter Liesbet die ons deze muziek leerde kennen.
Deze mooie song draag ik op aan mijn liefste dochter Liesbet die ons deze muziek leerde kennen.
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done
When the day is done
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you begun
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you begun
When the day is done, when the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold
When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
No place to call your home
Now the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
No place to call your home
Now the bird has flown
When the game's been fought
Newspaper blown across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Newspaper blown across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
