sometimes death can be inconvenient

a ballad out of forestport station, ny

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…

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…

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…

fourth and final song of our latest album.

Inspiration for this quick fun one came from Uncommon Ritual and other works by Edgar Meyer: I wanted to take a run of notes across multiple instruments just to have fun!