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Louise
03:33
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Oh Louise
A girl from down on Swago Crick
A graveyard full of family
And a forest full of chestnut trees
Oh where’d the days go
Go find me the old thorn broom
Or the worn wooden peg from the days of my youth
The poet knows no greater truth
Milkweed Ladies so fair and fine,
Won’t you have a sip of my columbine?
Or a thimble of my thimbleberry wine?
Signs and portents
A great fireball in the sky
The roads came in and the trouble with them
Is that they only make the time fly by
Westward from death
Tell me ‘bout the Old Sea Chest
And when the chestnuts died and The Bonnie caught fire
Did you smell the smoke in your dancing dress?
Life everlasting
Is what your Granny gave to you
And the whole wide world or a rocky old farm
Way down on Swago Crick
Oh Louise, oh Louise, oh Louise
Milkweed Ladies so fair and fine,
Won’t you have a sip of my columbine?
Or a thimble of my thimbleberry wine?
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2. |
Red Like the Thunder
03:59
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Oh take my hands and put them to work
Holding up the crumbling mountains
And take my hair to soak up the rain
Washing down the mouth of this holler
What is the color of a burning ember?
It’s as black as the coal they harvest from the hill
And as it’s orange as the trees in autumn
Red like the thunder beating under my breast
Oh my chest is full of this fire
Strong are the roots made of iron
I was born in this place and so was my child
We grew up drinking spring water
Till the slurry soaked in, seeped through our skin
Sacrificed for the mighty dollar
I fight for mountaintops and the life of my daughter
May she grow like a flower on the towering ridge
Green, and vibrant purple
May her roots run deep as ironweed
Keeping the mountains free
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The Winter Sun
02:17
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The winter sun shines on me
The stark beauty of the sea
Of golden grass no longer green
Oh winter sun, shine on me
The frosty wind stills my bones
But yet my skin, it trembles
No quilt can save me from the cold
Of frosty wind that stills my bones
The fresh-laid tracks in winter snow
Of white-tailed deer and sparrow
Oh can you lead me safely home
The fresh-laid tracks in winter snow
These early nights, the stars I see
Though close to earth, I’m tethered
Just as you once were close to me
These early nights, the stars I see
The winter sun shines on me
The stark beauty of the sea
Of golden grass no longer green
Oh winter sun, shine on me
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4. |
When You Return Again
03:23
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You turned up like the leaves before the rain
Before the thunder and lightning came
Set my heart ablaze like those golden summer days
I’ll be here when you return again
I’ll be here when the night turns to morning
I’ll be here when the winter gets too cold
I’ll be here when you’re alone and you need a hand to hold
I’ll be here when you return again
Sometimes I fly like a bird in the blue sky
Sometimes I hold to the earth like a stone
I’ll say that I’m doing fine, but I’m so lonesome I could cry
But I’ll be here when you return again
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5. |
A Place to Grow Old
03:31
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If only the highways
Went around the mountainsides
If only the backroads
Would all take their time
If I left this morning
And got there tonight
A drink and a slow dance
And I’d feel alright
Lay me down where the ginseng grows
Let me know you’ll keep me when the cold wind blows
‘Cause I need a place to grow old, someday
If I stayed a long time
Would you still treat me kind
Or if I took to ramblin’
Would you let me change my mind
‘Cause at the end of the day
I’ll rest my weary bones
Right next to yours
And I’ll never be alone
Lay me down where the ginseng grows
Let me know you’ll keep me when the cold wind blows
‘Cause I need a place to grow old
A place where my roots grow old
I need a place to grow old, someday
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6. |
Harmony Grove Waltz
03:06
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Mary Linscheid West Virginia
I love exploring the ways people connect with their homeland through music. It's something that's very hard to define with words. It's just something you know, something as old and familiar as a story your grandpa tells the same way every time, and as alive as a sugar maple in the fall. My EP, "A Place to Grow Old," tries to capture a small taste of this. ... more
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