Hanging out in the living room with one of my sons, just making stuff up. I wish I'd had the recorder closer to him - whistle too loud, guitar too soft.

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…

I must like lullabies.

Recorded in the $25 computer microphone days. I tried to clean it up a bit, but to no avail.

A live recording of the Killavil Jig