Nick Drake (Nicholas Rodney Drake, Rangoon, Burma, June 19, 1948 - Tanworth-in-Arden, England, November 25, 1974) was an English folk singer known for his gentle, enigmatic songs and his virtuosic right-hand finger picking technique.
Although he recorded only three albums, critics and fellow musicians hold his work in very high esteem. Drake failed to find a wide audience during his lifetime and had a strong aversion to performing. Since his death, however, Drake's music has gained a significant cult following.
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: Mike Date: Thu, 8 Jun 1995 12:20:25 GMT+0000
Strange Meeting II (written by Nick Drake) album: Time of No Reply
AmAsus4/F#Asus4/FEEEE
AmAsus4/F#Asus4/FEAmAsus4/F#Asus4/FE Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams,
AmAsus4/F#Asus4/FEAmAsus4/F#AmAm So far away so long ago it seems,
CCGG The memory comes of a distant beach,
FFEsus4E Pale sand stretching far from reach,
AmAsus4/F#Asus4/FEAmAsus4/F# Asus4/F It was then that I found my princess of the sand.
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As I traced the foam, pebbles beneath my feet, I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet, She came to me and I saw in her eyes, The heavy toll of a thousand sighs, I called her my princess of the sand.
She stared at me and my mind was in a maze, As we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze, She moved her mouth but there came no sound, The message she brought can never be found, But I called her my princess of the sand.
One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face, Then I looked, she'd gone, of her presence there was no trace Where she went or came from who can know, Or if she'll ever return to help me know, Who she is, my princess of the sand.
Sometime when the summer nights come back, I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track, I'll look around, hope to find That strange young dream, close behind, AmAm(add B) I'll call her my princess of the sand.