Is it him that you see when we make love together?
Is it him that you see now war fills the sky?
Was he there when you stood in your grandmother's wedding dress
As we made our own vows, you and I?
- Woods of Darney, Richard Thompson.

Men have stripped you to the skin
Now the wolves will strip you to the bone
- The Death of Young Andrew, Trad.

Early next morning his fiddle was found
Splinters and wires on the grey mossy ground
Some say it was love that had called him away
Others would rather not say
- Fiddler's Cross, Bob Pegg

Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
- Blind Willie McTell, Bob Dylan