a bad time but it was the birth of our mores our westen freedom, women still chattlel but they those troubadors songs brought to the advance the the first inklings of the right of women to control their destiny, at least in their choice of a love object
just a fool for a good love poem
I still

jamelah for writting that one about the the old man on the park bench with the leaf
I wish I could remember it verbatim, I listened to a song on an audio book it was
The Power Of Myth, Love and The Goddess
they sang a song from the twelth century in french and english, it was better in french but the english wasn't bad
all I can remember something about
when the eye goes reconoitering for what is pleasing to the heart, and when the heart and eye and truth? are in accord then is born true love, and as all lovers know true love is perfect kindness,
something like that.
doreen I have a cd of willie and johnny they chit chat between songs.
Johnny went on to remember a fine spring day in the country, everything was fine, the flowers and the trees and June Carter too, as they were driving home, with her driving he wrote
Flesh and Blood Needs Flesh and Blood, Mother Nature's Quiet a Lady, but Your the one I need.