The Music Weaver
Sandy Denny Lyrics


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I'm a long way from you,
I'm a long way from home.
And who cares for the feeling
Of being alone?
The notes and the words
They will always unfold
And I'm left with a manuscript
That will grow old
And the secrets all told anyway.

So the song it is yours,
And the song it is mine.
And a cold wind it blows
Through good fortunes of time.
The hobo he leaves
When the going is bad
And the music he weaves




Is so gentle and sad.
But freedom he has anyway.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sandy Denny's The Music Weaver express a sense of distance and loneliness that the singer feels, as she reflects on her isolation being away from home. The notion of being alone is presented as a shared human experience, as the notes and lyrics of a song can convey emotions and feelings that are universally felt. Despite the music that surrounds her, the singer feels as though she is trapped in time, with only her manuscript to keep her company. The sense of melancholy is juxtaposed with a sense of hopefulness, as the singer acknowledges that the secrets of her heart will be revealed through her music.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a long way from you,
I am currently situated far away from home.


I'm a long way from home.
The place where I reside is far from my hometown.


And who cares for the feeling Of being alone?
I'm feeling lonely, and no one seems to be concerned about how I feel.


The notes and the words They will always unfold And I'm left with a manuscript That will grow old And the secrets all told anyway.
The song's notes and lyrics remain unchanged and permanently exist in a manuscript that ages, revealing all its hidden secrets.


So the song it is yours, And the song it is mine.
The song belongs equally to both of us.


And a cold wind it blows Through good fortunes of time.
Misfortune or hardship comes unexpectedly, even at the most promising of times.


The hobo he leaves When the going is bad
A person who wanders and has no place to call home will depart when times become difficult.


And the music he weaves Is so gentle and sad.
The melodies he composes are touching and melancholic.


But freedom he has anyway.
Despite all his problems, the hobo still has the freedom to create and compose music.




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Written by: Sandy Denny

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