What we came here for

I've just read of the sad death of Lesley Duncan, a wonderful singer and fine songwriter who was active in the early 1970s but never achieved anything like the fame she deserved. In my teens, I recorded a half-hour session she did for the BBC's "In Concert" programme, and it's been with me ever since.

Reading the tributes on her web site it's clear she was loved for herself as well as for her music. She will be missed by many. Her best-remembered song is simply called "Love Song"; I'll reproduce the words here. They speak to me not only of the person she must have been, but of the meaning of death, and the goal of the mystical journey I was writing about yesterday.

Thank you, Lesley, and good journeying.

The words I have to say
May well be simple but they're true
Until you give your love
there's nothing more that we can do

Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
No-one could offer you more
Do you know what I mean?
Have your eyes really seen?

You say it's very hard
To leave behind the life we knew
But there's no other way
And now it's really up to you

Love is the key we must turn
Truth is the flame we must burn
Freedom the lesson we must learn
Do you know what I mean?
Have your eyes really seen?