The song ending has always struck me as an awkward, perhaps chauvinistic, and brutally blunt marriage proposal: "Be my lady." They seem to be playing a little cat-and-mouse with each other, because of their angst about the relationship, their baggage, and even their history confined within their times together. I have always thought the song is about a guy and a girl, in a relationship that has either been rocky all along, or especially rocky lately, but who have not given up on each other or on being together, and the guy especially is at his wits' end, burned-out emotionally. Such excellence of melody, harmony, vocals, strings and percussion, dynamics and overall composition! Song MeaningDefinitely my favorite CSNY tune. Change by life, make it right, be my lady. Lacy, lilting lyrics, losing love lamenting. Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight,Īsking me, said, she so free, how can you catch the sparrow? Sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow. Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?Ĭhestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose? It's my heart that's a suffering, it a-dying and that's what I have to lose. Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you what have you got to lose?Ĭan I tell it like it is, listen to me baby. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you areĪnd you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard, and you make it hard.įriday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, what have you got to lose? Are you still listening?įear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart and I love you. Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. This does not mean I don't love you, I do, that's forever, yes, and for always. Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free and I am crying. Remember what we've said, and done and felt about each other, oh babe, have mercy.ĭon't let the past, remind us of what we are not now, I am not dreaming. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard. Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, ‘I am lonely.'
It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry.
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