American Idyll

yes, the river knows

Sunday, September 09, 2012

In That Bright Land To Which I Go

Neko Case: Wayfaring Stranger


Emmylou Harris: Wayfaring Stranger


The path trodden by wayfarers and pilgrims followed the railway and then turned into the fields. Here Lara stopped, closed her eyes and took a good breath of the air which carried all the smells of the huge countryside. It was dearer to her than her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book.
For a moment she rediscovered the meaning of her life. She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, then, out of love of life, to give birth to heirs who would do it in her place.
--Boris Pasternak
Doctor Zhivago



Bill Monroe: Wayfaring Stranger

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