As a dumb guitarist I think I would pick Ralph Mctell's The Setting as my favourite

THE SETTING
(Ralph McTell)

I will never forget oh the walk to the station
Me with your suitcase being brotherly strong
And just trying to make light of this whole situation
In light conversation we moved through the throng

And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky
I could hear the birds singing for the joy of the day
There was no support for the city forthcoming
No sympathy numbing you going away
And its so hard to say goodbye

There was you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling
Me in my work clothes unshaven and so plain
Oh I fully intended to put in the half day
But my good intention went with you / on the train

So I never looked back as the train left the station
Crossed over the road and walked into the park
It was there in the bar some old man was singing
And I sat there drinking until it got dark

Outside the trees they grew starlings like apples
Their hustle and chatter not dampened by the rain
That washed down the pavement into the gutter
Soaked through my clothes as I set out again
So hard to say goodbye

And above me the stars were all hidden by rain clouds
The songs of the old man still locked in my brain
Oh of emigration the curse of our nation
The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain
So hard to say goodbye