Mary Hopkin's "Goodbye" is a unique record. It doesn't sound like a modern love song at all; in fact, I've always felt there's something vaguely 16th-century about it. Both the music, dominated by chamber strings and acoustic guitar, and lyrics like "Leave your flowers at my door" and "Far away my lover sings" suggests something straight out of the days of Romeo and Juliet. Every time I've heard it, it's never a young, healthy chick in a miniskirt I picture but rather some proper young lady in a beautiful long, flowing Elizabethan-era dress, with both her hands clasped against the side of her face as if longingly pining for the fjords-I mean, her dear one. (Sorry, been watching too much Monty Python!) Is that the feeling you get listening to it? Jeff
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