Helen’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is to post a song about missing someone you love. I thought of my adult children who live in Amma’s ashram in Amritapuri, India.
Carole King’s song So Far Away definitely meets the criteria. While I wouldn’t want Sreejit and Chaitanya to live anywhere else, I can sure relate to these lines of the song: “So far away” and “It would be so fine to see your face at my door.”
So Far Away, written by Carole King, was released March 1971 on her album Tapestry.
So far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re just time away
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh, how I wish I could
But you’re so far away
One more song about moving along the highway
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it being close to you
But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re so far away
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
There’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find
But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re so far away
Lovely song. Thanks for sharing.
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I’m glad you like it!
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Oh no, what a sad song… but, I love sad songs…
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Hearing Carole King sing that song was a trip down memory lane for me. I used to listen to her Tapestry album a lot.
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Believe it or not Karuna, she is one of my favorite songwriter singers, and I still list to her music often, thanks for the smile! God bless!
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I am so glad you told me that she is one of your favorites! I am looking forward to hearing her Tapestry album again.
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Such a beautiful song… makes me miss my daughter even more. Why do kids have to grow up and move so far away! 🙂 Thanks so much for sharing!
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I completely understand the desire to live with Amma but it is still so nice to have them come home from time to time.
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I completely agree!
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I LOVE Carol King!! When I saw her name, I of course, thought of You Got A Friend when you emailed me about this post:) I can only imagine how you must miss your children even though you are happy for them. I’m sure they appreciate your nice long visit late autumn to beginning of winter…those are sad times in our neck of the woods when away from those we love.
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I talk to them and email them a lot and of course Sreejit and I connect a lot in regards to our blogs but it isn’t the same as being with them.
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When I wrote you the email, I was thinking of how much you miss your mom and grandmother. I wanted to make sure you saw the prompt. But I can understand why you would think of You Got a Friend!!!
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I don’t think I will ever stop missing Mom but it is nice to have my kids to talk about some events in the past…I’m so glad she was so involved in their lives.
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Look at the memory that Arati related on this post. It is a really good one!
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Ill try to check tonight…I started my road trip…so nice taking the longer scenic route…stopping in small towns for lunch…not many tourists…really nice.
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I’m so glad you are doing that.
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On the day Al and I got married we went to church in the morning. That day Roberta Flack and Quincy Jones were in the church. Roberta Flack sang You Got a Friend!
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Oh my!!!! what a beautiful memory…wow!!!
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Quincy Jones played the piano that day too. I think Roberta Flack played piano for herself but that part isn’t clear in my mind.
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Yea!
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I so relate to how you describe the absence of your adult children, them being at Amritapuri with Amma, wishing you could see the more often, that they would just drop by. Holding the experience of it all.
I remember 2 or 3 years ago, I think it was Amma’s birthday, I was hanging out in my flat and there was a knock on the door. I opened it and for a moment could not register what I was seeing. There, standing in all of his 6’2″+ was Andrew! After a moment of speechlessness. I let out a huge scream of utter delight, followed by several more. Concerned neighbors came out to see what the ruckus was about. I was reminded by one person that this is an ashram, a place to be quiet, to which I replied something like “my son is here” as I jumped around in joy. I do laugh thinking back on that comment!
I was so happy. Andrew stayed for 3 days. I laugh at that too. Sometimes living in the spur of the moment is fabulous, and the idea of flying to India for 3 days is way beyond the scope of my imagination. The fact that he came to see me, and Amma in this way fills my heart with love and joy.
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What a great story. Thanks so much for sharing it here. That is one you will never forget!
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That’s how I feel about my brother. He’s so far away, too.
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