This is one of many songs I enjoyed listening to in the 1970’s. After my family moved from Tucson, Arizona, to Sheridan, Wyoming, where my father took over the family’s coin-operated business, he installed a remote control unit and speaker in my bedroom, both linking to a jukebox in the basement. My friends and I spent many happy hours after school and on weekends and holidays listening to “Sister Golden Hair” and other songs. I liked this song’s chord progressions and harmonies.
Its meaning rang true several years ago when my father suddenly blurted that my mother, who had since passed, asked him for a divorce because she was in love with a nun. You can read more about that here. Enjoy the song, and have a great Saturday.