6th January 1947 - 21st April 1978
Sandy was born Alexandra Elene Maclean Denny in Wimbledon on 6th January 1947. Music was an important part of her younger years and learned to play the guitar at an early age, as well as playing piano and singing in the school choir. While Sandy was studying at College to be a nurse she established an early reputation in the popular London folk clubs such as Les Cousins, Bunjies and the Scots Hoose. Her repertoire at the time drew mainly on the folk tradition and the work of newly emerging singer-songwriters like Bob Dylan and Tom Paxton, but Sandy was also tentatively starting to write her own material. In less than a year she was getting regular work and decided to leave college to pursue a career in music.........
Sandy was born Alexandra Elene Maclean Denny in Wimbledon on 6th January 1947. Music was an important part of her younger years and learned to play the guitar at an early age, as well as playing piano and singing in the school choir. While Sandy was studying at College to be a nurse she established an early reputation in the popular London folk clubs such as Les Cousins, Bunjies and the Scots Hoose. Her repertoire at the time drew mainly on the folk tradition and the work of newly emerging singer-songwriters like Bob Dylan and Tom Paxton, but Sandy was also tentatively starting to write her own material. In less than a year she was getting regular work and decided to leave college to pursue a career in music.........
Who knows where the time goes?
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
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