Every time I pick up the guitar alone, I try to play "Ettrick". It's exceedingly difficult to get the second and third lines straight in each verse, because they are images which can be swapped back and forth one verse and another, leading to a confusing muddle and the whole effect come crashing to a halt. It's got these "Bob Dylan phrases" as I think of them (ever really try to learn "Mr Tambourine Man"? ), but the irony is that the song does have a very linear, chronological structure which demands that the images be sung in the correct order. "The day was dying, the wild birds calling, the wind was shifting, the leaves were falling."

I'm getting there, though. All this effort for a three-verse song!

Willie-O