Eva Cassidy - Fields of Gold

Here.
Do you understand why I will NEVER write a review?
But why do we need to explain things in a review?
And I hate explaining things.

Here I should explain why poor Eva died too young from cancer, I don't care where.
I should explain that this version is immensely superior (as often happens) to the one written by the former policeman.
Then I should compare the relationship - which is virtually nonexistent - between the two and finally check the syntax and correct myself. Something I find simply annoying.

This is a great piece, and that's it!

Oh, of course, there’s also the fact that I played it for my favorite barista (happily married) and as a result, she and I ended up guzzling chupíti until five in the morning, long after the bar closed.
She didn’t want to stop listening to it!
It had happened to her - at the same alcohol level - only with "Così è la vita" by Mariella Nava.
Which, I suppose, the noble @[withor] must have posted a gazillion times. Yuk!