Now all that's left

Earlier today, I was waiting to Skype with elder daughter in London, when the CBC flashed up in my newsfeed. Christine McVie, the other (and original) female vocalist and pianist in Fleetwood Mac, has died.

One of the perks of babysitting in my misspent youth was access to the music collections of others. 

This song, written, played, and sung by Christine McVie, became one of my lifelines in troubled times. Not because of the lyrics, which are your standard "longing from a distance" kind (perfect for adolescence), but for the soaring melody and full-bodied setting. 

If we can't hold on to the artist, thank goodness we can hold on to the music.  

I'm dancing to the music 

Of a simple melody 

And I wonder are you thinking 

Of a single memory

And I know when I see them swaying 

I can hear myself saying:  

Come a little bit closer 

Because I remember the time 

When you held me in your arms  

And you wanted to be mine 

Everything good, everything gold 

Now all that's left is a sweet memory 

If you love me, let me know 

Why don't you show me which way to go? 

Please don't leave me all alone 

Because I can't make it on my own 

And I know when I see them swaying 

I can hear myself saying:  

Come a little bit closer  

Because I remember the time 

When you held me in your arms  

And you wanted to be mine 

I may be wrong, but that's where I belong 

Why are you just a sweet memory?