The Tees flows slower today
From Cross Fell to its wide bay
The Black Poplar stands less proud today
Its branches in tribute languidly sway
The music has less joy today
The whistling gently fades away
The kipplers do not bat today
In the Rud yard where they play
The world is a lesser place today
in many ways we can't convey
The world is a lesser place
the kipplers do not bat
the music has less joy
the Black Poplar stands less proud
and the Tees flows slower today
In memory of Vin Garbutt (1947-2017)
I've not been following folk music for long but I can spot the real deal when I see and hear it. Vin's style was truly unique, both musically and in the "inbetween bits" that separate the best from the rest. His meandering, slightly surreal, gentle humour would be punctuated by his own songs and his interpretations of other people's that would often carry a powerful message that was heightened by the contrast to his humourous, laid-back intros.
I'll lift a glass of red wine for your tonight Vin. Cheers, and thank you.
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