In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior. Lyrics: High stepping, loud talking Crazy S.O.B. A self proclaimed ladies man That know one else could see I wish I would have had the chance To…

~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/ ~ Calm the night, unstirring, And the air so clear Pearls of dew uncurling, Moonlight rays unfurling ’Cross the glassy mere. Dulcet waves appeasing…

Cover of a 19th century minstrel tune attributed to S.S. Steele, popularize by the late great John Hartford. This is my own arrangement. I use it as a backing track for alive set without the banjo and lead vocal tracks. BTW- that banjo is an…

Cover of a 19th century minstrel tune attributed to S.S. Steele, popularize by the late great John Hartford. This is my own arrangement. I use it as a backing track for alive set without the banjo and lead vocal tracks. BTW- that banjo is an…

come away, come away away from trouble away from care come away, come away away from sorrow away from fear may the cool wind find you through a thousand thoughts unsaid gather you in weary day behind you and you can lay your head…

Not really Irish ... a Scottish ballad ... An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean (and) no ken I, my bairns father Far less the land that he dwells in." And up come he to her bed fit A grumly guest I'm sure…

Lyrics: Crazy people, wander round all night Looking toward the Heavens At little specs of light Dragging round their telescopes And Binoculars All the tools they need to gaze among the stars Crazy people, look at what they do…

Lyrics: Crazy people, wander round all night Looking toward the Heavens At little specs of light Dragging round their telescopes And Binoculars All the tools they need to gaze among the stars Crazy people, look at what they do…

Lyrics: Crazy people, wander round all night Looking toward the Heavens At little specs of light Dragging round their telescopes And Binoculars All the tools they need to gaze among the stars Crazy people, look at what they do…

Thanks Regs for making my crappy music in to great songs. Enjoy!!! Sunday morning and she’s gone Sunday morning all day long She’s gone Now she’s gone I don’t feel a thing I’m so happy i’m free again She’s gone She thought…