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Under Blue Berkshire Skies

Under Blue Berkshire Skies

Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it โ€™68?ย ย ย 
The decadeโ€™s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.

We walked and talked
For many hours,
Safe under blue Berkshire skies.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
If I stop for a moment,
I dream groves and country paths,
Greenโ€™s Albatross is playing
In this our past,
Whole empires were falling,
The old ways were fading fast,
Things never last,
But you and I found peace at last.

We walked and talked
For many hours,
Safe under blue Berkshire skies.

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Nigel Cresswell...

Really wistful lovely read.and Peter Greens guitar playing is sublime.
Great writeย 
Nigel

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Carl Halling

Thank you very much, Nigel, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, it was written straight from the heart, and yes Green's playing was sublime indeed, 'Albatross' is incredibly evocative for me.

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