Molly Drake (1915 – 1993) was Nick Drake‘s mother – clearly his talent was hereditary.
The acorn carries an oak tree
Sleeping but for a little while
Winter lies in the arms of spring
As a mother carries her child
And never knows
How wild the wind blows
A thought carries a universe
A seed carries a field of grain
Love lies in the arms of change
As a joy carries a pain
And no one knows
How wild the wind blows.
And here’s an article in The Guardian.