Back in the Nineties, I stayed in Manhattan for two weeks over Christmas. I spent a lot of time walking around the city by myself, the snow piling up, the air clear and cold. Especially when it was snowing, I was struck by how quiet the city could get. All of my feelings at that time – the sense of loneliness, the sadness, the search for meaning – is encapsulated in this, magical, song. And Joan Baez’s version is my favorite.