Belting up the M1 this afternoon, rare event in itself, this lovely song came on the radio. Aled Jones is no Michale Bublé, that's for sure, but this duet is just delicious. So for the ungrateful wretch (you know who you are, matey) and for April whose missing her beloved, here's a little piece of musical heaven as Britain's lashed by appalling gales and floods, and my garden gets the soaking its needed since February.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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2 comments:
Thanks for the great post.
I toured Israel and listened to the song. Both stunning.
Dearest... Thank you. I couldn't listen to it without crying when I was tired and missing my love. But he's home and all is well and it then I remembered I'd not left you a comment. So -- thanks.
And happy Easter.
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