I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions that I recall. I really don't know love at all.
It's even more hard-hitting when you contrast the more poppy, folky version from the 1970s to the noughties version made famous in Love Actually. The aching and more sensual maturity in Mitchell's vocals, coupled with the superb orchestral arrangement, adds a poignancy to the latter that wasn't present in the former. The original is wistful; the more modern version is heartbreaking.