
It left an indelible mark on her life and may account for her rejection of Stills. Married at 18, Judy was divorced a few years later and lost custody of her son for five years. The song is probably more suited to being Judy's theme song, rather than just a song she got from another composer. Yet there is another love affair in the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young clan - Joni Mitchell and Graham Nash have quite a thing going.Īnd it was Joni who wrote Judy's biggest hit, Both Sides Now, an amazingly mature tale of the other side of love. Lulu marrying Robin Gibb was probably the rockiest romance of 1969. It's rather a touching story, all the more so because romance is not common in pop. Trouble is that while Judy - who arrives in Toronto tomorrow for a concert at Massey Hall - reportedly shares in the affection, she isn't prepared to abandon her booming career to become his lady at that huge house he rents in Laurel Canyon, Los Angeles. Stills, a sensitive, quietly spoken young man from the South, is deeply in love with Judy Collins, to whom the Suite is dedicated.

The song was written and is sung by Stephen Stills, former member of the Buffalo Springfield. So goes the final verse of a currently popular song called Suite: Judy Blue Eyes, recorded by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Lacy lilting lady, losing love lamenting, Get the embed code Stephen Stills - Just Roll Tape: April 26th 1968 Album Lyrics1.All I Know Is What You Tell Of Snakes4.Helplessly Begins the Task7.Suite: Judy Blue Eyes8.The Doctor Will See You Now9.Wooden ShipsStephen Stills Lyrics provided by Lacy, lilting, leery, losing love, lamenting


Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? It's my heart that's a suffering (Help me I'm dying) Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you.Ĭan I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm suffering) I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are

Remember what we've said and done and feltĭon't let the past remind us of what we are not nowįear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
