For some reason this old favorite has been in my mind and on my lips all week. Don't know why. May be the full moon.
I knew things were out of hand when I woke from a dream this morning. In this dream, I was singing this song, accompanied by the original artists - The Kingston Trio - in an old long-gone Folk Coffee House in the Village in NYC.
It was then that I knew I had to act; find the damned song and post it just to get a little peace. Not surprisingly, the song and the singer's raspy vocal hold up well after 50 years.
I've played various versions all day, and this one is my favorite and closest to the original as I remember it.
And so it goes.