- Fireside Bard
Close is the port where you await uncoffin‘d
Your call in the fire, and the crowd before me
This music is a naked man
Marking the world‘s milestones with stories
With kisses from The Earth herself
On go rivers
On goes the silent flow
Come, my love
- It Takes Me Places
Bare feet landing soft on wet grass,
Whiff of Winter, Autumn’s last dance,
The secret words written on your back,
Greenhouse glass, nettle stings, tea shop,
A rope on a tree, deathlike heat
Finding your face in a crowd
I close my eyes
And suddenly it takes me places, a treasury
- Kiss The Mountain
Wind
Sing me soft your secrets
Beguile chant of hights so with you I may soar
Bring horizons
Bring music
And do tell
How
To begin a journey
- Pearl Diving
I have a boat which I’ve never sailed
Aweigh, anchor, away
Onto its mast my colours nailed
Aweigh, anchor, away
It’s loaded with years and years of hope
Aweigh, anchor, away
It refracts and cuts my capstan rope
Aweigh, anchor, away
- The Duty Of Dust
Knees are grazed digging soil for the soul
Nails are cracked by the widening hole
And the clouds pour in,
to the silent blue
warm pool of memories lost
It is the duty of dust
To remind us that which must,
Never, ever, be forgotten
- The Long Walk
Gravel road
Far reaching sky
No sleep tonight
We walk a lonely pilgrim
Parade of Plight
One more step before I yield
My life for this journey
Take my name and carve it on
- The Valley
You came down, walked with me fallow
You alone came to visit the lonely wanderer
Solely wandering
From which wind, I do not know, you arrived
On a tiny cat‘s feet, fragile dancer
With a lonely wanderer
Hear my friend, in the valley
Time crawls, but it‘s a merry wait
- Those We Don't Speak Of
They come at night
Brush gently by
And while you sleep
Your dreams they weave
Those we don‘t speak of
They‘ll find the souls
Of both young and old
And fears you kept