Get out the kleenex. Waaaa... What a lovely song, so beautifully recorded but so sad and full of regret. Don't know what you got til it's gone. Well, I think in most cases time heals all wounds and the narrator will recover, but at the moment he is distraught, barely keeping it together.
Musically, everything hangs in there with Roy, gently walking along with him, building up with him to the emotional end. Angelic choir, strings, tom toms, marimba, I wonder how Joe Meek would have recorded this. It probably would have sounded like Sky Men (see Feb 27 entry).
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