Here comes the sun…

It’s Beatles Day. I live just off Penny Lane – and have done, on and off, for nearly 23 years. I used to love The Beatles. I still love Penny Lane. I love the bakery where I buy my pastries. I love the corner shop (that isn’t on the corner) where I buy the milk. I love the pub where we get Saturday lunch occasionally. I loved the Washerama when I didn’t have a machine and it was still open. I love the giraffe statues my children admire on the walk to school. It’s really pretty fantastic. 

However, due to constant exposure to the Fab Four, I never choose to listen to their music. What’s the point? It’s shoved into my ears constantly anyway.

Except this song…it’s too beautiful to ignore. In fact, it’s almost perfect. I sang it to my youngest daughter at seventeen minutes past midnight on the day that she was born. Right at the end of December – and in the midst of a Game of Thrones-esque winter – it was everything.

She was my sun that day. She was all the sunshine I could have wanted after 37 weeks of a horrendous pregnancy.

That moment wouldn’t have been as special without George Harrison’s commentary.

Here it is in full – go on, drink it in…

‘Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo)
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
It’s all right’.
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And it really was alright. Actually, it was amazing.

9 thoughts on “Here comes the sun…

  1. Well, here goes. I remember that day when Alice was born and I love that you sang that to her. You fully embraced Liverpool and I like to think that it embraced you back with a giant scouse hug. My dad is the same age as George and both my parents have links to the Beatles. When we found out George had died my dad cried. I can count on one hand the times I’ve seen him cry. We went, together, as a family to sign the book of remembrance for George. It was a super bonding moment for me. That song makes me think of family. I think this links us together sweetness. Sx

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    1. It absolutely does. I remember the day that he died so clearly. I painted the house as his music played. It’s a bittersweet memory but he always seems to be around when something important happens to us.
      And Liverpool is definitely my home now. It’s where I feel attached to. You’re such a big part of that.
      Xxx

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