At about 12 or 13 years of age, I recall sitting in our car on a cold and gray South Dakota morning while my father went into a store to do some errand. The most beautiful song was played on the car radio: I waited anxiously for the DJ to tell me the name of the song and the artust. But he never did.
Years later, as a 19 year old in the summer of 1975, I went to a record store in Minneapolis to see what they had on Gordon Lightfoot> I had heard some of his popular songs and wanted to hear more. So I come to this album titled "The Very Best of Gordon Lightfoot" and think that is just what I need, a greatest hits album. Iflipped it over and began to read titles: Did She Nention My Name, I'm Not Sayin',Canadian Railroad Trilogy, Walls, Wherefore and Why, and other songs that I hadn't heard of.
And then I saw it. The fourth song on side two. I knew it had to be the song from long ago on that cold and blustery day. "The Last Time I Saw Her."
I listened to that album countless times and soon began adding others to my collection. And Gord has been a favorite ever since. But for all of Gord's songs that I have loved, many of them mentioned in other posts, none can ever match the affection I have for "The Last Time I Saw Her."
"Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten."
Don't we all have such a stone somewhere in our hearts?
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