Kat Angel Good wake up song. I can see the teacher playing this song for the kids at the start of their school day and they all sing along.

Cathy Maxwell · 1:51 that's a great HAPPY song!!!

Marcie Brooks Oh, I LOVE this! The fact that your camera placement, while swaying and playing, made me feel like I was actually swinging to the song. GENIUS!

Laurie Callinan James Michael Taylor thats great… we are alone till we share

What a poignant song, Jim! It captures so well the joy many of us had in simple pleasures like swinging--and how our grandchildren are lured at very early ages to the artificial razz-ma-tazz of cell phone games. I remember what joy my youngest son had, swinging on the tire swing we hung up in one of our backyard trees so many years ago. He'd spend hours, climbing onto the nearby picnic table (seated on the tire), jumping off, and letting the tire sway and spin. I feel sad that my grandson didn't get that kind of kinesthetic experience and all the pleasure it could bring.

Brent Woods Oh it brought back memories of a swing when I visited my Grandmother ! Bitter Sweet Memories of times gone by.! Thanks for bringing that back to me !

Allen Hurt I love it my friend, very well thought out and i love the way you pick throught it. Keep up the great buddy

Kat Angel Heartfelt, you told the story so well...I was there

Brent Woods This one got Me ! I'm humming it now ! Man oh Man . . . Greatness !

Brent Woods James Michael Taylor my Friends. One of the Greats and I'm proud to say . . . Friend !

Yes. The listener knows from the beginning that she is gone, but the sadness becomes haunting when the harmony was t his ear. Enter You sent I see. Enter You sent My sadness begins when I sing, "She's been gone for three years..."

When does THERE SHE WAS begin to engage the listener and what about it makes the listener sad? Enter Lazarus Lazarus Knight To me, iy was when he heard her harmony in his ear.

Made me cry. - Laz

"Damn. advise from a murderer." Steve Theskin

Greg West My favorite JMT song.

Please send me a link or the lyrics to the song about "there she was". That is a masterpiece! - Lazarus

Tony Desmuke Thanks for writing such a great song and sharing it.

Tony Desmuke I just listened to it as well. Happy that I did, it's great

Denver Williams James Michael Taylor that is a killer title track, just listened, wow!

Jenni Mansfield Peal James Michael Taylor love this, thanks for posting.

...as Buddy holly said, "RAVE ON!"

...really gets the feeling of that path!

I don't understand being criticized for a track being TOO LOUD. Doesn't everybody have a "volume" knob?

That is fun...

How old is that song? Was rhatvwritten from a personal stance if I may? LeAnna LeAnna M Christian Overall good song; performance and production JMT - I wrote/recorded this in 2011. Just looking at the poor man's perspective, (which I have knowledge of) noticing no matter how much he prays he's still poor. "Must be the wrong prayer."

How old is that song? Was rhatvwritten from a personal stance if I may? LeAnna LeAnna M Christian Overall good song; performance and production

Rosemarie Kempton wrote: Just finished listening to your memories of your horse Babe. Your words painted such a vivid portrait of your night rides that I felt like I was riding Babe, too. Beautifully done!

The heart can hold a lot of things: the sunshine and the flowers The chill that springs the falling leaves. Winter's darkest hours The rains that quench the thirsty earth. The buds that sprout and bloom Sometimes it tries to hold too much and there isn't enough room Sometimes it tries to hold too much The heart can hold a multitude. Family and Friends. There are things that life will give and things it only lends A wife becomes a mother, a son becomes a man There are things the heart can't hold And still it thinks it can There are things the heart can't hold The holdings of the bank are cold, but holding hands are warm The holdings of the mind are thoughts that in the moment form The hands that hold the tools that build the brushes for our art None are as enduring as the holdings of the heart The holdings of the heart are self-renewing On holdings of the heart, high interest, paid Holdings sometimes best be liquidated, yet we stay The heart can hold the music. The voices of the Time. The heart collects the little things. The pennies and the dimes The heart can try to measure the stature of a dream Pounding like the waters on the stones that block the streams Pounding like the waters The holdings of the bank are cold, but holding hands are warm The holdings of the mind are thoughts that in the moment form The hands that hold the tools that build the brushes for our art None are as enduring as the holdings of the heart None are self-renewing like the holdings of the heart

Well, Rosie's like a lot of folks She's just trying to stay afloat But she's got a broken boat She's a going down And Rosie's got her problems, friends She just tries to do her best Who's gonna do the rest She's a going down If god had longer arms, you know He'd reach on down to Rosie Reach on down to Rosie Reach on down (2) Etc...

This came out of a story in the Star Telegram about a guy that lived under one of the bridges near Trinity Park. I was angry at a reporter who did a story about him and it got him removed.

Talking about listening to "criticism:" A producer who lives down toward Houston called me one evening after he listened to , MY NEW SHORTS and he gave me advise on how I could and should "go ahead and finish," those songs. He had detailed suggestions for every one of them. I listened and thanked him for taking the time to listen and respond. Everything he said was sound advice about how to expand each of the short clips...one thing though, he missed the point of what I was doing. One GETS IT or one DOESN'T GET IT.

This Jack Hardy song is about one of Kerrvill's favorites. Gone now. Had a weekly song circle and spigetti feast at his apartment in New York for years. I nail his voice at a place or two. I also step a bit across the worshipful attitude line everyone had for him. He and I had an immediate connection. One night I was singing in some east Texas town and he was there, so, he got to hear my song before we lost him. Maybe the fact I was older than him allowed me a certain playfulness.

I kneel down on a calloused knee Hold my children close to me And I pray The Rich Man's Prayer It's not one that Jesus spoke That one turned into a joke So I pray The Rich Man's Prayer Not the prayer that Jesus said Not, "This day our daily bread." No, no, I pray The Rich Man's Prayer God only answers The Rich Man's Prayer I kneel down on a calloused knee Hold my children close to me And I pray The Rich Man's Prayer (C) 2011 Royal T Music

Nola Lloyd Griffiths Wolley A story in a song - loved this ❤️

Roland Brown That is beautifully done, Jim! Seriously vivid storytelling it with genuine pathos. ❤️ I’m sharing.

Linda Linder I really enjoyed this song. A story song. They are the best. You played and sang it Very nicely. Thank you.

Marion Flowering-Sun Great old couch tribute…old years of memories

Ken McIntyre Love this

Naad Kaur Khalsa OMG...you are way to cute! That was just so adorable and real....laughter and tears all at once

Shawnee Smith Ray James Michael Taylor Beautiful and sad at the same time.