I started this song 35 years ago and finished it last year.

I started this song 35 years ago and finished it last year.

A little amen to things money can't buy.

The 99% has found its voice. I grew up in the 60's when music was a part of the protest movement.

Soldiers deal with life and death moral issues every day.Then the letters from home-and the involuntary extension of their present duty assignment.

I started this song 35 years ago and finished it last year.

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…