Black Pear Tree

Something different tonight. A bit of what I believe is called piano and a lovely voice.

Despite the fact we are 'two nations divided by a common language', the Black Pear is from Worcestershire.

(Oscar Wilde: 'I wish I'd said that!' George Bernard Shaw: 'You will, Oscar, you will'. M.Python, RIP.)

But this haunting little tune is produced by a bloke out of North Carolina. I understand the lady is from Atlanta - wherein my Father was asked 'You from the Old Country?' There is some good in all of us.
There must be a black pear in the USA somewhere, even though they are now rare in Worcestershire. And there is obviously a Georgia Peach, cos the lady is voted one of the top guitarists around, today.

Although the Cousins call it 'Wots-that-there-sauce' and believe England is near Boston, there is another famous delicacy from my home county. And 'The Shire', because that is what JRR T was envisaging as he doodled The Lord of the Rings.

'I saw the future in a dream last night...somebody's going to get hurt. Hope it's not me.'
Lovely lyrics on this tune, if you can be bothered to stay with it for three and a half minutes.

'Blossoms black and sweet as Texas Crude'. Which is oil, for those struggling. Which I have tried to pour on troubled waters recently.

My thanks to John Darnielle and Kaki King for the reference to the Old Country.