It never fails to transport me to a time beyond my memory, a place that now fades into American mythology: California, late 1960's. It has always been one of my favorite songs.
The sweet chords in E pour forth from Stephen Stills's guitar, sounding like early morning California sunshine feels: warm and flirtatious, dancing on an ocean breeze as it kisses you awake. Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music by Judy Collins
