This is called to mind -
"I’ve said that that you sang in the wind,
as the pines and the masts do.
Like them you are tall and taciturn.
And you sadden quickly, as a voyage does."
Pablo Neruda, Poem Number 12
...by a a song I love as much as any of my other favorites. I don't know why I'm putting it here now, except that like so many great country tunes, it stirs echoes of longing, a common experience for me at Christmas Time. So appropriate, it's almost maddening.
Sing it, Emmylou, for that will surely break my heart in two. (You know what I mean, Steve.)