Beauty
Linda Thompson · Other Songs - Linda Thompson
All you beautiful babies been had
Who'll be able to love you for
What you, what you really are?
Beauty, what is your face?
What has it given the human race?
All that it has given me is a longing for
People and things I could never afford
Ah, beauty, now that the walls of Troy are tumbling down
And poor Oscar Wilde's verdict is out
And the Hope diamond's up for auction
And what about Michael Jackson?
And I'm smoking again
In the morning looking at
Beauty, look at me
You who did line the apple once offered Eve
I fear you line the world we see
Filled with goodness only hidden by
Beauty, you make me sad
You make me sad
You make me sad
Beauty
Linda Thompson's 'Beauty' stands as a testament to her enduring presence in English folk music. Known for her distinctive voice and emotive delivery, Thompson has cultivated a respected discography that often explores themes of personal reflection and social observation. This recording captures her signature style, blending traditional influences with a contemporary sensibility that has defined her career. While the song appears alongside other notable works in her catalogue, it remains a focused piece that highlights her ability to convey deep feeling through understated musical arrangements. Thompson's contribution to the genre continues to resonate with listeners who appreciate authentic storytelling and vocal clarity. Her body of work, including collaborations and solo efforts, reflects a consistent commitment to quality and artistic integrity within the folk tradition.