Cloudy
Hey music lovers! Today, I want to introduce you to a timeless classic that will transport you to a world of pure nostalgia. The song I’m talking about is “Cloudy” by The Seekers.
Released in 1967 as part of their album “Seekers Seen in Green,” this folk-pop gem has stood the test of time and continues to captivate listeners with its beautiful melodies and heartfelt lyrics.
The Seekers, an Australian folk group, were known for their tight harmonies and infectious energy. “Cloudy” showcases their signature sound, with lead vocalist Judith Durham’s soulful voice taking center stage.
The composition of “Cloudy” is a true work of art. Written by Bruce Woodley, one of the founding members of The Seekers, the song is a reflection on the fleeting nature of happiness and the longing for a brighter tomorrow.
As you listen to the gentle strumming of the guitar and the soothing harmonies, you can’t help but feel a sense of calm wash over you. It’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a rainy day, finding solace in the melancholic beauty of the world.
But “Cloudy” is more than just a song. It’s a time capsule that takes us back to a simpler era, where music was a form of escapism and a source of comfort. It’s a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope.
If you’re craving more of The Seekers’ enchanting music, I highly recommend checking out their album “Seekers Seen in Green.” It’s a treasure trove of folk-pop goodness that will transport you to a bygone era.
So, grab a cup of tea, cozy up on your favorite chair, and let the soothing sounds of “Cloudy” wash over you. Trust me, it’s the perfect soundtrack for a lazy Sunday afternoon or a quiet evening spent in reflection.
Discover the magic of “Cloudy” by The Seekers and let it transport you to a world of pure musical bliss.
Listen to Cloudy The Seekers
Video Cloudy – The Seekers
Cloudy – The Seekers lyrics
🎵 Let’s sing along with the lyrics! 🎤
Cloudy, the sky is gray and white and cloudy.Sometimes I think it’s hanging down on me,And it’s a hitchhike a hundred miles;I’m a rag-a-muffin child,Pointed finger-painted smile.I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.Cloudy, my thoughts are scattered, and they’re cloudy.They have no borders, no boundaries;They echo and they swell,From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell,Down from Berkeley to Carmel.Got some poems in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.Hey sunshine, I haven’t seen you in a long time.Why don’t you show your face and bend my mind?These clouds stick to the skyLike a floating question, why?And they linger there or die.They don’t know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.Cloudy (cloudy),Cloudy (cloudy),Cloudy (cloudy),Cloudy (cloudy).(Repeat and fade)