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

Played on a Generation Bb pennywhistle

Played on an O'Riordan D-whistle

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…

We all struggle to find that peace in our hearts, to care about our love ones, and to care about what is important. The struggle is who and what we amount to.