There was a time at Princetown village fete on Dartmoor and the prison band played this to crowd rapture,the encore went on and on and the day was lazy with flies buzzing in the stifling heat and not a cloud in the sky and it felt like a little piece of heaven had fallen from the sky at my feet.
Then again at Hooten Wheals an old tin mine deep in the moor where the larks were soaring and it was difficult to keep open my eyes again the warmth of a spring day folded me into its arms and cuddled me soft while on the radio played this very song,live version and if I had died right there,no more perfect end could I have wished for.
And just so I am on topic,although I have no idea what the OP was because without closing this box I cant get back to read it,I agree entirely with what everyone has said so far,in the future,and in any other dimension.Including the one I live in.Apart from where I don't agree,but wish to recognise all points of view for the good of all.
Lizzie xx