Let out all your troubles with the boughs of fraying pine The proudest grove of hemlock, bring solace to your mind Before they burned the mountains and ran dry all the streams There was plenty to get by on, plenty more to dream Before the heavy hand of greed came knocking at your door Telling lies in silver you always have endured Singing who’ll...Learn More

My oar breaks the water. We glide through the darkness She fills the night with her song My heart won't let go as we slide onto shore She whispers, "I won't be long." I'll be here in the springtime When the frost still lines the air Be gentle with yourself dear Because you're on your own from here Now into the fog goes my own, one true love And...Learn More