And if memory serves, I mentioned at the time that I really wanted to record a cover of it some day, but that I was unable to decipher about half the lyrics, due to Rew's impenetrable -- albeit charming -- British accent.
In any case, I was over at Facebook kvetching about this recently, and somebody said to me "Uh, Steve -- Rew is on the social media; I bet if you ask him he'll send you the words."
So I did. And to my utter astonishment, the great man forwarded them to me within 24 hours.
I don't even know where to begin about this. But here they are.
I wish every day was like today/ Right here in Cambridge I will stay/ The sun can stop in if it please/ If I can swish thru autumn leavesBottom line: That's a great freaking poem, and a song lyric that is so brilliant in a deeply English way that it can only be compared to Ray Davies at his best.
And love this is no ordinary feeling/ By your side my proud adventuress/ The simple pleasures are the best
I think about your smiling voice/ I’d sulk at home but I’ve got no choice/ Your roving spirit lets me slide/ My blinding failures pushed aside
After October winds have blown/ Extension builders scurry home/ Develop all they can and more/ Shapes of things to come by my front door
And yes, I'm going to record a nasal suburban Jewish version of it sometime this summer. Please pray for me.
POSTSCRIPT: From now on, BG will no longer be referred to in these precincts as a certain Shady Dame but rather as "my proud adventuress."
Have a great weekend, everybody!!!