I still feel the rush of Bucket Hill
the fog that shrouds Owl's Head
I still feel the heat of the summer sun
when I lay in your chamomile bed
Paths through the clover, trails through the trees
Where the deer and the rabbits have been
Hunting for mushrooms, climbing old apple trees
gathering sweet memories

Now I watch the last leaves carried by wind
There stands the driftwood where your sweet peas had been
Hanging in bunches, your lavender and dill
It thrills me you're my baby still

I still see you chasing me down Mary's Point
the red mud flying from your feet
Mint martinis, damn hens in the greens
eating kale where the junk pile had been
Hot summer love, and that cold summer ice
the stone walls have witnessed through time
The sunflower blushes, the crow's circling high
I smile 'cause these memories are mine

Now I watch the last leaves carried by wind
And there stands the driftwood where your sweet peas had been
Hanging in bunches, your lavender and dill
It thrills me you're my baby still

Slivers in your shoulders, slivers in my knees
It's summertime, it's loving time, beneath the cedar trees
Brown eyes swim in blue skies ,hot bodies in the sun
I want to drink every ray of love, and eat every crumb

We had love by the fireside, and love when blossoms bloomed
Why can't I love you in the summertime, under skies of incandescent blue?
I'll paint you in wild rose petals, in fields of every hue
I'll paint you in the golden hour, my brush dipped in morning dew

On moss pillows in the forest, on beds of fragrant leaves
I've lost my heart and my mind to love, the trees shade my broken dreams
Slivers in our bodies, darts of joy and pain
There's not a cloud in the summer sky, but can't you smell the rain coming

Slivers in your shoulders, slivers in my knees
It's summertime, it's loving time, beneath the cedar trees

  Sometimes the bay is like a mirror. On the beach, this fills you with a feeling of calmness. The realization of endless interactions under and on the surface makes you feel connected.

I wish that I was there with you. I wish that I was there with you
Hearts in the sand, holding your hand
I wish that I was there with you

But I'm here watching the snow fly
But I'm here feeding the birds
But I'm here trapped by the grey sky
And I'm here warmed by your words

I wish that I was there with you. I wish that I was there with you
watching the sunset, swimming in pools of sweat
I wish that I was there with you

But I'm here, my hands in the clay
But I'm here, paying the man day by day
But I'm here, cooking alone
But I'm here, keeping our home

I wish that I was there with you. I wish that I was there with you
Ice in my drink, skin turning pink
I wish that I was there with you

Bicycles Rock!

I'm on my bicycle, I'm on the road
I'm on my bicycle, I'm on the road
Leave work behind now, it was time to go

Out of the driveway, drop over the hill
Out of the driveway, drop over the hill
Wind in my hair now, gonna get my fill

Smell the ocean, listen to the birds
Smell the ocean, listen to the birds
Feels so good now, don't need no words

Gonna empty my head now, gonna be right here
Gonna empty my head now, gonna be right here
Feel a lot better, everything is clear

I've been walking into walls all afternoon
Talking to myself just like a fool
Tripping on my tongue, my shoelaces undone
all because I caught a glimpse of you

It's the way you wear a daisy in your hair
It's the way you catch my eyes looking there
My sentence incomplete as you cross your feet
as you tumble off my chair

Here let me play some of my songs
Forgive me as my fingers fumble on
The words aren't quite right, my mind has taken flight
Maybe it's the melody that's wrong

I've been walking into walls all afternoon
Talking to myself just like a fool
Tripping on my tongue, my shoelaces undone
all because I've spent some time with you

There are cabins in the woods, built with love and hopes and dreams
Hearts drawn to the wild, racing like a child through blueberry fields
And the secret paths abound, follow them, there are wonders to be found
Paths for dreamers holding hands, paths for three's and four's,
some lead to lonely doors

The New Horton Sky, it's big and wide
Where the marshes melt into the sea
And two rivers flow, to the secret places
only lovers and the children know

There are cabins in the woods, built with moss and trees and tears
Built when backs were strong, and built in youth that knows no fear
And there are gardens everywhere, young and old a dream is shared
Living off the land, they all understand, it's why they care

The New Horton Sky, it's big and wide
Where the marshes melt into the sea
And two rivers flow, to the secret places
only lovers and the children know

There are cabins in the woods, some shelter ghosts , some glow with life
If old lilac trees could talk, they would tell us who'll stay who'll tun and run away
And strong are those who'll thrive, and truly happy there are a few
For others scattered are their dreams, floating down the stream and out of view

The New Horton Sky, it's big and wide
Where the marshes melt into the sea

There are cabins in the woods, there are cabins in the woods

  While recording, we thought of winter and making it through, long ago. The certainty that some didn't make it led us to this song. A man on the shore screaming for spring. The Cape Enrage fog horn was recorded by Brian Townsend in the late 1970's, and has since been replaced.

A song about the best man I ever met.

Sleep Dad, fade away
time to rest, you're the best
For sixty years you loved me
I loved you, years just flew

When I was small, and you were tall
I always thought you knew it all
I never thought that you'd be gone
and now I wish that I was wrong

Sleep Dad, fade away
you're the best, time to rest
For sixty years you loved me
I loved you, years just flew

 The swamps and tidal marshes at night. Scenes , searches, drama that we don't even see. When the sun goes down, some hide and some hunt.

This is a song inspired by my wonderful Grandma , Susie Friesen. She and Grandpa loved and lived close to the earth, as we all should.

She was just a young girl, drawing pictures on dirt floors
Holding Momma's hand, they sailed to foreign shores
To the heart of a new country, she rode the iron horse
She was just a young girl, drawing pictures on dirt floors

Barefoot and a beauty, her hair so long and curled
She became his brown eyed Susie, like a blossom their love unfurled
She was his morning glory, his morning dove
beneath the willows they fell in love
They turned the earth together, she was his garden girl

They'd wake before the sunrise, they'd work 'till day was done
Chasing her girls through the rows, bright dresses in the sun

They never worked for riches, their ways were not that grand
Their wealth was in the bounty, their love was in the land
With weathered hands together, a simple life they lead
Living for the harvest, she kept their family fed

They'd wake before the sunrise, they'd work 'till day was done
Chasing her girls through the rows, bright dresses in the sun

After sixty-seven years together, she left this tired old world
She left him with his stories, she left him with their girls
Now she is still his angel, bringing color to his world
She's the brightest of the lilies, she's still his garden girl

She's the mist among the flowers, she's the hollyhock that towers
She's the magic in the breeze, she's the dancing poplar leaves
She's the honeybee that's sleeping, she's the willow tree that's weeping
She's the peonies in bloom, and he knows he'll see her soon

This song is for my Grandpa DB Friesen. He was a truly exceptional human being and an inspiration to many. ( excerpt from his story of building a cello as a young man on a southern Manitoba farm during the depression ) :

"... and it was called a cello, it's along the same grapevine, so I started building one myself..."

I dream of prairie, sunflower fields
Miles of melting colors, it's so surreal
And I miss my family, now Grandpa's gone
But his music's in me, and he's in my song

He built a cello, from an axle and old cheese crates
Spliced some old guitar strings, the music couldn't wait
And at night down in the cellar, by the fire's warm glow
Work was soon forgotten, as he began to bow

He played in every church, he brought smiles to every home
He drove thousands of miles, in the rain and drifting snow
He loved a little Mozart, and he loved Saint-Saens' "The Swan"
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, he would play 'till dawn

And when the sun set, he'd play the cello
Forget the weather, forget his troubles
And now from heaven, with angel chorus
His music echoes, he still plays for us