Who Knows Where The Time Goes

Music is often, I believe, woven through memory. Age allows the luxury of time to listen. The 1968 Judy Collins recording of “Who Knows Where The Time Goes” was heard this evening. By an aged northern Ohio boy who found himself topside in the 1970 pre-dawn of the Firth of Clyde. And a 1973 winter beach house in Virginia. And a 2010 solitary sunrise on Cape Hatteras. 19 year old Sandy Denny wrote the song.