Thanks to everyone who helped me with 'Life and times'copies and for the lovely welcome.I was fortunate to see Joni play in Edmonton 25 years after Woodstock and, with this awful war happening, have written another verse to try and maintain my optimism. It was how I saw it. I think I shall have a beer and go and sing it!
I saw Joni sing one August and it was 25 years on And this song cracked through the night air on the whiplash of her tongue The chords rang hard and cynical, soft grey clouds hung in her eyes But I could still see butterflies Through Canadian twilight We sang We are stardust, we are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Love Anita
