Betsy Rose: I wrote this song in 1970 at the age of 19. I was leaving The Big Apple after a three month devastating encounter with the music industry. I was a young country girl, with my precious folder of personal heart-songs in hand, Janis Ian had just rocked the world with Society's Child, and some would-be promoters in NY thought I might be next. Not! The day before I left NY on a bus to Syracuse to reunite with my even younger husband, a friend took me to a Degas exhibit at the Met. It was mesmerizing , even for this former tomboy /football player. Sitting on the bus, numb with shame, and weeping just a little, this song came,-a pure visitation from beyond. I grabbed a pen and wrote most the lyrics on the back of some scrap or envelope. Truly, that's how it was. Born full formed, a few polishes when I arrived and got a guitar in my hands, and there it was. The song that has endured with me all these decades, that still reminds me about the nature of dreams, their power and fragility. And when I became a mom, the song spoke to me in a whole new way, as a parent walking the razors edge between offering my child what I deemed precious, while also releasing the outcome to the fates and his own inner compass. I sing this song now from time to time, often for some beloved teens and young people i"m lucky to know and be known by, who ask for this song every time we meet up and there's a guitar around. So the mystery goes on- that my complete failure at 19 turns into a song that seems to feed the souls of 12, 15, 19 year olds today. Just shows to go we don't know much about the value and destiny of our creations.