Nicholas Rodney Drake (19 de junho de 1948 — 25 de novembro de 1974), foi um cantor e compositor britânico de música folk, nascido em Rangum, Birmânia.
A origem deve-se ao trabalho de seus pais; quando tinha cinco anos, a família de Nick mudou-se de volta para Inglaterra. Ainda criança, aprendeu a tocar piano, graças à mãe, Molly Drake, pianista, violoncelista, cantora e compositora. Filho de uma família rica, estudou nos melhores colégios da Inglaterra, entre os quais Marlborough, onde aprendeu a tocar clarinete e sax alto.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------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.