We used to say
There’d come the day
We’d all be making songs
Or finding better words
These ideas never lasted long

The way is up
Along the road
The air is growing thin
Too many friends of mine
Blown off this mountain with the wind

— Fairport Convention, “Meet on the Ledge”

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