"Now the First of December was covered with snow
And so was the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like account of that frostin'
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.."
These words are the words of James Taylor in the song 'Sweet Baby James', one of my favourite songs. Since today is the First of December it seems fitting to pay tribute to the wonderful mr. Taylor and his country lullaby written on his way to Carolina to see his nephew for the first time. I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it, and it seems to be one of these songs that gets under your skin and stays there.
So, here you are. A live rendering of 'Sweet Baby James' from the BBC in 1970.
Photocredit: Henry Diltz (c)