It’s like floating down a river When you’re not quite in control That river’s going to take you Only where it wants to go So you reach out with conviction At debris along the way That river’s going to take you If you give up and say…

I had myself a dream last night As I tossed and turned in bed The window was open wide The street noise jangled, in my head . I was dreaming of a better time It was all so clear to me Wind whistled through the pine trees…

I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun With a member of my aging family I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun And a lake so big it looked just like the sea The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…

My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit. _______________________________________ Fresh air through…

Like beavers and willows Bats and mosquitos Toad frogs and flies Like algae and oil spills Miners and coal hills Black holes and light (C) 2020 Royal T Music

Like beavers and willows Bats and mosquitos Toad frogs and flies Like algae and oil spills Miners and coal hills Black holes and light (C) 2020 Royal T Music

Like beavers and willows Bats and mosquitos Toad frogs and flies Like algae and oil spills Miners and coal hills Black holes and light (C) 2020 Royal T Music

Like beavers and willows Bats and mosquitos Toad frogs and flies Like algae and oil spills Miners and coal hills Black holes and light (C) 2020 Royal T Music

It’s like floating down a river When you’re not quite in control That river’s going to take you Only where it wants to go So you reach out with conviction At debris along the way That river’s going to take you If you give up and say…

It’s like floating down a river When you’re not quite in control That river’s going to take you Only where it wants to go So you reach out with conviction At debris along the way That river’s going to take you If you give up and say…