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Sandy has always been one of my favourite Chapin tracks. It's success lies in the simplicity of the tune and the lyrics. It's a beautiful example of under-statement to achieve great power within a simple love song.

The song is indeed so simple that there seems no need for explanation. My wife's name is Anne and I suppose I could transpose Sandy by Annie. Oh by the way I love Annie's Song by John Denver because I love my own Annie. Sentimental stuff, but I'm sure that Harry intended this song to be just that and we all know who Sandy is anyway.

Incidentally anyone coming to Harry's music for the first time should check out the Graham Nash version of this song if you can find it. It is also excellent. Indeed this song means the world to me.

       Sandy is the seashore
       And Sandy is the sea

       Sandy is the clear blue sky
       Or so it seems to me
       Yes I see her everywhere
       In everything I see
       She can turn to anything
       That she would like to be

       Sandy is the summer's day
       She laughs inside the brook
       Sandy is an autumn moon
       She shines down when I look
       Sandy is a cozy fire
       On a snowy winter's night
       And Sandy is the soft spring rain
       In the early morning light

       Sandy is my mirror
       There are secrets in her eyes
       And every single morning
       She dawns a new disguise
       She has caught the mystery
       Of all that's wild and free
       Oh yes, I see the world in her
       For she means the world to me

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