My wife and I went for a long walk earlier this week, past the imposing gates of a large and ancient place. It doesn’t have anything to do with the song! The photos show the route. Click the first of the group and arrow through.
In the 70’s I sang at my first farm harvest home, in the farmhouse kitchen. My agent hadn’t told me what the booking was about so I had no harvest songs to sing, but somehow we managed a convivial evening around the kitchen table. Two Loving Brothers was sung to me by a kind fellow who said it was the only song he knew. Thirty years later when I was writing up my collection of songs I found the following verse on the other side of the notebook page on which I’d written the man’s song. My wife was clever enough to see what the rhyme meant.