Of
course, I’m not the only one to have such an impacted experience from the song. The song's themes are universal through many different phases of life, making it connectable for legions of people. To end each chorus with, "I really don't know clouds/love/life at all," reaffirms the natural, stirring fear of what is unknown and unsure. Its destructuring is striking to the listener, as they recognize the misalignment of illusion and reality. My own mother had surreal moments as she watched me obsess over the
song. She, too, is deeply touched every time she hears it, but her original craze dates back to when Judy Collins released
the first commercial record of it in 1967 (her recording went on to win
the Best Folk Recording Grammy). Joni Mitchell released her own version of the
song soon after it was a hit for Judy and a seemingly endless list of covers by touched
artists followed.
When
I discovered this incredible song, I felt astonished that something so
wonderful had been kept from me like a secret. And when I realized how many
people had covered it, I felt really ignorant for having just found it. (But, come to think of it, I'm not so sure it would have hit me so hard had I discovered it earlier than I did. It was actually PERFECT timing for when I came across it. Had I known it earlier, I would have liked it but not found it so striking, I think.) Joni’s re-recording of her song in 2000 earned her a Grammy nomination for Best
Female Vocal Pop Performance. I prefer her original 1969 recording, however.
All covers are remarkable, but besides Judy and Carly’s versions, I especially
like versions by:
-Mindy
Gledhill -Sharon
Cuneta
-Melanie C -Unni Wilhemsen
-Pat Martino -The Swingle Singers
-Hayley Westenra -The Idea of North
Susan Boyle, Harpers Bizarre, Frank
Sinatra, Willie Nelson, and Anne Murray also do notable renditions.
Perhaps,
it was the limiting winter snow that made me find even the first verse applicable. Still, I feel like I’ve journeyed the entire song and that it
expresses incredibly personal truths in its gorgeous and fitting (octave and a half) melody. Most times, when I sing the song to
myself, I weep through the second and third verses. I have been there through each lyric. It is a song of my heart.
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