songs

COVID-19 has made Stan Rogers’s ‘First Christmas’ a song for us all. As a part of my own meditation on not making it home this year, I’ve written a verse: She’s always thinking of how ...

A better poet might have the words to describe my love for you, A better painter might paint his canvass just the perfect hue. A dancer might set in motion the perfect scene to view ...

This came from a writing prompt, it holds no indicators as to my present state of mind.   The cold wind blows. That cold north wind, That wicked wind. The damp that cuts you to ...

A peddler from Dublin was she, And there never was fairer to see. As she pushed her wheelbarrow Through streets broad and narrow, Any man who had eyes would agree. She peddled her fish at ...

Sing to me an ancient song, Add modern words, I’ll sing along, We’ll dance a dance passed down through time, To the sound of our ancient, modern rhyme We’ll talk about our mutual friends An ...

As I climb into the spacious skis, Above the fruited plains I rise Fresh hellos, and sad goodbyes Old friendships born anew. An asphalt spider web below Stretches out too and fro, Street lights keep ...

Dawn do-be-do dawn dawn, it will soon be dawn do-be-do dawn dawn, it will soon be dawn do-be-do dawn dawn…. Waking up is hard to do. Don’t take my sleep away from me! Waking up ...

Sleep my love, in your dreams your dreams you must pursue Sleep my love, for your dreams will guide and shelter you. Do not fear what the world brings for tomorrow the world is born ...

Sing Danny Boy, the drunks, the drunks are calling. From pub to pub, my protests were denied. I protest hard, yet now I am complying Tis they that fill my hat so I abide. Call ...

This boat was built by weathered hands and made of weathered wood. She’s taken men to sea for fish through bad times and through good. She’s fished the banks and sold her wears on both ...

For those of you who tend to read into my entries, don’t panic. I felt the need to write a song, and asked Sarah to give me a word. Sarah, dear Sarah gave me… vertigo. ...

Thanks go to Sarah N for help with collaboration, I maintain copyright to the song.   I go to work early ‘fore the sun comes up The northern lights are shining as I warm up ...

I’m in that kind of mood, I guess. Again, I retain copyright to this. I started writing this for a dear friend. I think, in the end, I wrote it for myself as well. The ...

It goes without saying that I maintain a copyright on this and all my other poetry. This song is also less than an hour old. It is not a final product yet, so I welcome ...

The festival is over, the party’s at an end. Where we met mere days before, we now prepare to leave as friends, the cleaning crew is hard at work as I walk out the door, ...

Home is where the heart is, or so the people say, I feel my blood pulse through my veins, my heart feels miles away. I do not wish to share your bed, nor wish to ...

There’s a barn swallows nest in the dimmer rack, the producer ran screaming and he ain’t coming back. I just heard a pop from the stage left stack, and the sound board op had a ...

I was just out of college when I wrote this…  I had a job sweeping a warehouse.  My life was… not turning out exactly how I had planned.   A knight’s care for a maiden ...