Side two. If you missed side one, you can find it here.
Of all the songs that make me happy and hopeful, none does it quite as well as George Harrison’s folky “Here Comes the Sun.”
Written in Eric Clapton’s garden in the spring of ’69, nothing else makes me feel so … optimistic. I live in northern Utah, and when Harrison said in his autobiography,
It seems as if winter in England goes on forever, by the time spring comes you really deserve it.
I know exactly what he is talking about. My town goes is like this
Notice the horrendous quantities of white and the leafless trees.
for about 7 months every year. And when it turns into this
Notice the bounteous foliage. Compare with photo above.
The sun finally comes out from behind the smog and the mountains, and even if it is only 40 degrees outside, you feel like putting on your flip-flops, shorts, and sun-glasses just to welcome the change. If you have never really been a Beatles fan, I would suggest listening to this song.