the hollering pines memory of a wild heart lyrics

Thank you for all of the living lessons, and for teaching me pride in a job well done. Written: 07/1998 at Puget sound Guitar Workshop, in honor of my good friend Phil Amadon. Though I have often closed my heart to youīut you wait with open arms for my returnĪt the center of my life where you can live Through the hard and lonely places that I roam Someday I would love to record it with a full orchestra and massive choir. I cannot describe the serenity and joy I feel when singing this song. It's pretty religious for a folkie like me… but sometimes when we create enough serenity in our lives…truth finds us instead of us finding it. This song came directly out of a mediation session. Thanks to Peter for the invite to Otter Space. Thanks to Lexi for the time by the river. I met many good people that week who helped open my heart.

Peter Alsop and Holly Near invited several artists to spend a week reflecting on the role of art and music as instruments of healing and transformation. I wrote this song while on retreat in northern California. Now it's a marble stone on the edge of town She's telling me tales of my mother's childhoodĪnd a chance to pass it along to those who remain Late summer morning on a front porch swing

I remember them fondly as I sing this song. My parents gave all they had and then some. All of the images from this song are autobiographical to my family and perhaps to yours as well. Grandma's place was always a safe refuge. As the youngest of seven kids, I was often overwhelmed by the chaos in the house. I remember many visits to my grandmother's house as a boy. Will huddled masses have a chance to learn it's sweet refrainĪnd turn our backs against the Lady of the Harbor. That we've all come to sing the same sweet song Now we're locking down the borders and we're filling up the jails They cast their gaze upon the Lady of the Harbor Their earthly cares, packed in their bags They sailed from Sweden and from France, and Ireland The tempest tossed with hopeful hearts and calloused handsĪnd cast their gaze upon the Lady of the Harbor

Gonna rise up over you some day, that's right, When you hide from yourself you get lost in the looking Strange, something so far from the present When the sky is so blue you get lost in the lookingĪnd I'm right back at the bottom again.

The hollering pines memory of a wild heart lyrics