Late November

Background Information

Recorded for BBC TV's One in Ten.


Lyrics

(Copyright © I970 Universal Island Records Ltd.)
(From Late November (El Pea version))

The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned.
The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
And as we drew south the mist it came down.

The wooded ravine to the wandering stream,
The serpent he moved, but no-one would say.
The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us

And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.

The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures
One played it by ear on the banks of the sea.
That one was found but the others they went under.
Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me.

The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness,
God help you all, the insane and wise.
The black and the white, the darkness of the night,
I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.

The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me.
He flew solo on the mercury sea.
The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,
The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.


Type:
Live
Artists:
Sandy Denny
Lyrics:
Music:
Released:
03 September 1971 (UK)
Recorded:
September 1971
  • BBC, London
Length:
3:26
Label:
Universal Island Records Ltd.
Publisher:
Warlock Music Ltd.
Musicians: